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Wrist job - Humble Pie

"She was my sense of reason Girl that lived here Now she's gone and I'm alone Well, my heart is cold I can't control my soul Tryin' to remember Just try how it feels like living on your own Well, yeah,"

Day Job - Dance Hall Crashers

"Four days left in the week And already I looked ahead I'm tired, so anxious Dazed, confused, and seeing red Sometimes the day seem so long I wish my boss hadn't taken my bong Sometimes the days"

Job Disorder - Blackie And The Rodeo Kings

"Working at the hotel All night long Shucking this jive Singing this song You ask me how I feel I need a connection When the sun don't shine I need your affection Love ain't hard Love is certain"

Blow job - Pigment

"I make a rod for my own back wanna escape tonight give me your love if you feel sorrow my touch is a hope but last strow too You`re alone to the backbone pictures are sight for sore eyes give me your hate"

Dead End Job - Nobodys

"Everyday i punch in, everyday i punch out. I wanna punch my boss right in the f**kin' mouth. My boss is a jerk and i don't wanna work. Stuck in a dead end job. It makes me sick. Stuck in a dead end job"

Gimme A Job - Def Leppard

"I need a job I need it right now Not just any old job But I need it right now It's gotta be a good one It's gotta last Longer than the other ones In the past I can work hard And do my thing Twenty-four"

God Damn Job - The Replacements

"I need a god damn job I need a god damn job I really need a god damn job I need a god damn job God dammit God dammit God damn I need a god damn job I need a god damn girl I need a god damn girl I really"

22 Grand job - The Rakes

"22 grand job In the city it's alright 22 grand job In the city it's alright 22 grand job In the city that sounds nice, It's alright, it's alright In the city it's alright 22 grand job In the city it's"

Call My Job - Albert King

"Call my job, tell the boss I won't be in Call my job, tell the boss I won't be in Friday, Saturday, Sunday, I must've had too much weekend Call my job, have someone operate my machine Call my job, have"

Dead End Job - Sting

"Written by sting, stewart copeland & andy summers I don't want no dead end job I don't wanna be no number I don't want no dead end job I don't wanna be no number The queue gets longer everyday I just"

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