Lyrics Pissed Jeans

Pissed Jeans

Cafeteria Food

hey there project manager i see you eating cafeteria food

so you wanna call that a healthy choice,

well i'd argue that isn't true

stick figure family on the back of your car,

you know i find that to be rude

walking around like you own the place,

must think you're some kinda dude

one day i'll get a message, waiting at my desk

i'll take the time to open it and feel it remove my stress

people walking 'round looking sorry, someone'll even cry

i'll be feeling rosy, 'cause you're dead - you died

and i'm feeling like i'm not the father

dead - you died - and i'm feeling like i won the super bowl

hey there big time broker yeah

i saw you betting on the fantasy pool

always seem to have some wise remark, yeah,

even when you're being cruel

think you got it all figured out

except where to send your kids to school

go ahead, you can use the microwave,

it's an excellent kitchen tool

one day i'll get an email flashing on my screen

i'll go ahead and open it and enter in my dream

thought i heard some sobbing -

they're really gonna miss that guy

inside i'll be laughing, 'cause you're dead - you died

and i'm wishing i had my tap shoes on

dead - you died - and i'm feeling like

jesus christ our savior