Dance Hall Crashers

Four days left in the week
And already I looked ahead
Im tired, so anxious
Dazed, confused, and seeing red
Sometimes the day seem so long
I wish my boss hadnt taken my bong
Sometimes the days seem long.. so long
I stare at the clock
It doesnt move, no not all
The work day is so long
Like a night of insomnia
Sometimes the day seem so long
I wish my boss hadnt taken my bong
Sometimes the days seem long.. so long
So I shut my eyes and fantasize
About anything that ll come to mind
To more perverse the better
I shut my eyes and fantasize about all the
Really horrendous things I could be doing