Five forty five a.m., laying on the curb
Six thirty I black out, seven I am disturbed
Some people poking me, telling me be on my way
Looks like a gang of cops. Guess I’ll do what they say
I was your fellow man ’til I chose the wrong payment plan
Oh, yeah, it’s all my fault
Shoot me in the head
It’s a dreamjob. What a dreamjob
High noon, it’s time to drink. Used to go so fast
These days I ration it. Gotta make it last
Two ten, I’m in the park talking to myself
Lady gives me a buck. Guess it’s good for my health
I was your fellow man ’til I chose the wrong payment plan
Oh, yeah, it’s all my fault
Shoot me in the head
It’s a dreamjob. What a dreamjob
I have to admit that my schedule’s unique
I work a hundred and sixty eight-hour week
But I think my pension plan is the best around
When I retire, I get a hole in the ground
Two mind-expanding epics that clock in at 17 minutes apiece and blend drone, ambient, shoegaze, and traditional Indian music. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 12, 2023