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Wednesday (the Eight Hour Song)

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  • First verse, better not curse Good night, sweet dreams, turn out the light The eight hour song starts over tonight Clock strikes twelve and my dreams are in sight Barkin' like dogs who are eager to bite Anxiously I drift into sleep Haunted by treasures I couldn't keep Gets so I'm too lonely to weep But somehow it's more shallow than deep Down I slide into music divine Soothes my soul as it tortures my mind Clock wakes me up at an hour to nine Can I get to fast forward straight from rewind? Just caught the end of the eight hour song Don't seem right, but you know it ain't wrong All about lost dreams and where they belong But it's really not bad for an eight hour song Second verse, better yet worse Give my all for the company man Help him up and give him a hand Ain't this aristocracy grand? Sell my soul for the company plan Yes indeed, it's a wonderful day See my future, see it today Don't smoke dope, nope, keep it away Take my coffee any old day Don't look back, keep lookin' ahead Better listen to that voice in your head Without this song you'd soon end up dead 'Cause the next one's got so many misled Oh my God, it's the eight hour song Don't seem right, but you know it ain't wrong Keep that rhythm, move it along Until you hear that final eight hour song Third verse, life sucks Flee that jungle, run the fuck home Don't look back 'til you're safely alone Play that music, pick up the phone Now that all your time is your own I've been walked on, I've been abused But that was then, now I'm just amused Don't have time to be singin' the blues I can do what I like, I can go where I choose The when is now and the where is right here No time for doubt, no patience with fear Sure wish I had more of these years This song's music to my fuckin' ears One hour left in the eight hour song Don't seem right, but you know it ain't wrong Cheer up, cheer up, pass me the bong 'Cause this is my favorite eight hour song

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