Or the anatomy of a stain
My music at work
And the dummies might be right
On a star beyond the chart
My music at work
My music at work
My music at work
My music at work
Everything is bleak
And when the sunlight hits
The nights so long it hurts
My music at work
My music at work
No matter what you heard
Determining where you are
My music at work
No matter what you heard
My music at work
My music at work
Cloud that entertains
My music at work
In a sink full of Ganges, I remain
You're all alone
I call it, Olga Waits
You feel like a jerk
My music at work
To determine where you are
My music at work
In a sink full of Ganges, I'd remain
The dim possibility
Fallen hummingbird
Don't try to be up to date
In a symbol too far
And the dummies might be right
Outside, the darkness lurks
It's the middle of the night
My music at work
My music at work
You're all alone
Dark side of a drop of rain
My music at work
Bound for bed without dessert
The rain came down berserk
The olive oil don't hesitate
Avoid trends and cliches
Of showing some restraint
From the middle of the earth
In my music at work
