Testo di 'Real Jobs' di Kris Demeanor

The man stripping right down lies in bed without any covers on
The heat of the day has made the room unbearable
He hasn't had a proper sleep since he got passed over
In favour of some guy ten years younger
The last thing he needs is this
He wonders when it all went wrong
He wonders where the love has gone
He wonders why the TSE index keeps fluctuating
He calls out to me he cries out to us
But we don't understand because

Some people have real jobs
Some people have real jobs
Some people have real jobs
I wonder what it's like I can only imagine
I have an imaginary boss punch imaginary clocks
Bring home turkey and bacon from a fake occupation
Half embroiled in virtual toil
I'm going on a mission that's completely artificial
That is why I am gonna shut the fuck up

The man washes his hands drop his shoulders let's his belly go
Brushes his teeth with his back to the middle mirror
The sun is still out but We Can Copy is 24 hours now
And Kevin says "Nightshift needs someone we can trust with the responsibility"
And knowing that he's getting the shaft
He tries to project the dreams he'll have
He finishes wrestling two armed gunmen off the train
He just about has the tall girl with the accent on the copying machine
He calls out to me he cries out to me
But I don't understand cause

Some people have real jobs
Some people have real jobs
Some people have real jobs
I wonder what it's like I can only imagine
I have an imaginary boss punch imaginary clocks
Bring home turkey and bacon from a fake occupation
Half embroiled in virtual toil
I'm going on a mission that's completely artificial
That is why I am gonna shut the fuck up

The man in his childhood home goes downstairs
Puts new batteries in the Dictaphone
Borrows his fathers socks
It is a fight to keep the head clear
It's easier to finish the wine from the barbeque
See if something new is coming up in the wild flower patch
None of this is making any sense anymore
He wonders will it all translates wonders if it will
Wonders if she'll wait
Goes the bed spinning wakes himself up over and over
Think about money just think about money cause

Some people have real jobs
Some people have real jobs
Some people have real jobs
I wonder what it's like I can only imagine
I have an imaginary boss punch imaginary clocks
Bring home turkey and bacon from a fake occupation
Half embroiled in virtual toil
I'm going on a mission that's completely artificial
That is why I am gonna shut up

But don't stop believing hold on to that feeling
Don't stop believing

So lonely

Shut the fuck up

Some people have real jobs
Some people have real jobs
Some people have real jobs
Some people have real jobs
Some people have real jobs