[Verse 1]
This is real-life hell on Earth
No blessing just a curse
I cannot believe this is happening
Cannot deal with the counting
I've never had to ship this much before
Making a mess on my garage floor
So many boxes
Why can’t we just sell all of this on tour
You wouldn't catch the big JB
With parcels up to his knees
I think I'm gonna have to raise my fee
Even Alexa gets paid more than me
I’m printing, packing, checking in my fucking sleep
Bleah
Even Alexa gets paid more than me, oh
I'm printing, packing, checking in my fucking sleep
[Chorus]
So tell me how am I supposed to live
When I'm neck-deep in packages on my own
Because they couldn't be arsed to
[Verse 2]
As I pack up the pick-up truck
I wonder how the fuck I'll find
Domewhere to take this stuff
Every time I try to stop
I see them shut up shop
Thet must have my face on a poster
[Breakdown]
[?]
[?] in self, come on
Really?
[?] just go away
[Chorus]
So tell me how am I supposed to live
When I'm neck-deep in packages on my own
Because they couldn't be arsed to
Turn up now, baby turn up now
I'm in a cardboard box
And I can’t break out
How the hell did I getsigned up for this?
[Bridge]
These raw hands can’t take another paper cut
This caloused tongue couldn't ever lick another stamp
Oh not not ever again
Print, pack, check, fuck
I cannot take anymore of this shit
This is the price of success
Take it way, take all of the pain
I shouldn’t complain
But I'm just so sick of it (Sick of it)
Print, pack, check
This is the price...
Bleah
[Breakdown]
I'm stay out
[Chorus]
So tell me how am I supposed to live
When I'm neck-deep in packages on my own
Because they couldn’t be arsed to
Turn up now, baby turn up now
I'm in a cardboard box
And I can't break out
How the hell did I getsigned up for this?
[Outro]
Take it way, take all of the pain
I shouldn't complain
But I'm just so sick of it
(Sick of it, sick of it)
Take it way, take all of the pain
I shouldn't complain
But I'm just so sick of it
(Sick of it, sick of it)
Sick of it
This is real-life hell on Earth
No blessing just a curse
I cannot believe this is happening
Cannot deal with the counting
I've never had to ship this much before
Making a mess on my garage floor
So many boxes
Why can’t we just sell all of this on tour
You wouldn't catch the big JB
With parcels up to his knees
I think I'm gonna have to raise my fee
Even Alexa gets paid more than me
I’m printing, packing, checking in my fucking sleep
Bleah
Even Alexa gets paid more than me, oh
I'm printing, packing, checking in my fucking sleep
[Chorus]
So tell me how am I supposed to live
When I'm neck-deep in packages on my own
Because they couldn't be arsed to
[Verse 2]
As I pack up the pick-up truck
I wonder how the fuck I'll find
Domewhere to take this stuff
Every time I try to stop
I see them shut up shop
Thet must have my face on a poster
[Breakdown]
[?]
[?] in self, come on
Really?
[?] just go away
[Chorus]
So tell me how am I supposed to live
When I'm neck-deep in packages on my own
Because they couldn't be arsed to
Turn up now, baby turn up now
I'm in a cardboard box
And I can’t break out
How the hell did I getsigned up for this?
[Bridge]
These raw hands can’t take another paper cut
This caloused tongue couldn't ever lick another stamp
Oh not not ever again
Print, pack, check, fuck
I cannot take anymore of this shit
This is the price of success
Take it way, take all of the pain
I shouldn’t complain
But I'm just so sick of it (Sick of it)
Print, pack, check
This is the price...
Bleah
[Breakdown]
I'm stay out
[Chorus]
So tell me how am I supposed to live
When I'm neck-deep in packages on my own
Because they couldn’t be arsed to
Turn up now, baby turn up now
I'm in a cardboard box
And I can't break out
How the hell did I getsigned up for this?
[Outro]
Take it way, take all of the pain
I shouldn't complain
But I'm just so sick of it
(Sick of it, sick of it)
Take it way, take all of the pain
I shouldn't complain
But I'm just so sick of it
(Sick of it, sick of it)
Sick of it
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