M.O.D (Method Of Destruction) Get a Real Job Lyrics

Standing on a corner. Frozen to the bone. You have to make a living. But you'd rather be at home. Your eyes start getting heavy. Still you forge on. Wake up and face the world. AND GET A REAL JOB. GET A REAL JOB.
You get a little older. Your bones are brittle and weak. Dizzy in the morning. Your pulse is sounding weak. You hate to go to work. Just living for a job. Wake up and smell the coffee. And get a real job.
GET A REAL JOB - GET A REAL JOB - GET A REAL JOB - GET A REAL JOB.
Soon you will retire. Or maybe have a stroke. You cannot feel your finger tips. Because some veins have closed. But still you drive a hack. Or push a hotdog cart. Now it's too late for you to get a real job.