9 to 5 At The Morgue.
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Within the pale white walls,
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From 9 to 5
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Day after day
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I feel no more alive,
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Than the stiff that lies the table before me.
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Wake up too early to twist the key.
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Stumble on over to the Mr. Coffee.
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Pour myself a warm black existence.
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And 9 to 5.
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Within the pale white walls,
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From 9 to 5
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Day after day
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I feel so cold inside.
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Like the stiff that lies the table before me.
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Wake up too early to twist the key.
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Stumble on over to the Mr. Coffee.
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Pour myself a warm black existence.
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9 to 5 at the morgue,
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Overtime for the corpse.
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Hypnotised by the hum of the freezer.
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Hypnotised by the look in your eyes.
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Hypnotised by the pallid cadaver.
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Hypnotised by the look in your eyes.
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9 to 5!
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The truth is harsher than you think.
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It's the hair that fills the sink,
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Or the wrinkles around your eyes,
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Until you?e old and hypnotised.
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9 to 5.
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Die and die.
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Die and draw flies.
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Die and die.
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Die and draw flies.
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This day is never going to end for me.
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The end is closer than you think.
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So pour yourself another drink.
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And don't let it get to you,
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'Cos that's exactly what it will do.
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9 to 5.
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Die and die.
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Die and draw flies.
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Die and die.
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Die and draw flies.
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Wake up too early to twist the key.
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Stumble on over to the Mr. Coffee.
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Pour myself a warm black existence.
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And 9 to 5 at the morgue,
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Overtime for the corpse.
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Hypnotised by the hum of the freezer.
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Hypnotised by the look in your eyes.
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Hypnotised by the pallid cadaver.
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Hypnotised by the look in your eyes.
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Stitch his lips and shut his eyes.
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9 to 5 at the morgue. (x2)
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9 To 5 At The Morgue
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| Dog Fashion Disco |
