Meaningless, Not Hard

Waitin' for the bus to come and take me
To clean the smokestacks at the factory
Where in fact I'm currently employed

Fantasizing a fantasy
And devising the latest scheme
To get out this working class void

I can't stand it
Meaningless, not hard

Mr. Stiffneck, what a creep
Makin' the secretary weep
He's on the job 9 days a week
And he doesn't know the meaning
Of rest or sleep

His pitiful wife stops by in the afternoon
To chew out the unfortunate soul who
Manages to incite her rage at the fact that
She never gets laid

I can't stand it
Meaningless, not hard

How's about I win the prize
A hundred thousand should suffice
I'll walk out the door and not think twice
'Cause I can't figure the difference
From death or life

This two bit town is hardly worth
It's weight in the landfill we call earth
Behind the time beyond belief
Before I go, let me say good grief

I can't stand it
Meaningless, not hard

Like Noah's ark in the trailer paark
I'm gonna get me a double wide
Fit it with a floatation device
That's over priced and over sized

At the next big heavy rain
Jump around, jump around go insane
I'm gonna dance up a hurricane
And laugh while the city goes down the drain