Hip Tragically My Music At Work Lyrics

My Music At Work Lyrics

Everything is bleak.
It’s the middle of the night.
You’re
all alone and
the dummies might be right.
You feel like a jerk.
My
music at work.
My music at work.

Avoid trends and
cliches.
Don’t try to be up to date.
And when the sunlight hits
the olive-oil,
don’t hesitate.
The night’s so long it
hurts
My music at work.
In a symbol too far
or the anatomy of a
stain;
to determine where you are,
in a sink full of Ganges, I’d
remain -
No matter what you heard
in my music at work.
My music at
work.
My music at work.

I call it, ’Olga Waits;
The Cloud
That Entertains
The Dim Possibility of
Showing Some
Restraint.’
The rain came down berserk.
My music at work.
My
music at work.

On a star beyond the chart
or the dark side of a drop
of rain.
determining where you are,
in a sink full of Ganges, I remain
-
No matter what you heard.
My music at work.
My music at work.
My
music at
work.

La-la-la-la-la-la.
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la.
La-la-la-la-la-la.
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la.

Everythng
is bleak.
It’s the middle of the night.
You’re all alone
and
the dummies might be right.
Outside, the darkness lurks.
My music
at work.
My music at work.

Hey fallen hummingbird,
my music at
work.
From the middle of the earth,
my music at work.
Bound for bed
without dessert,
my music at work.
My music at work.
My music at work.