Artist: The Tragically Hip
Song: my music at work
Everything is bleak
It's the middle of the night
You're all alone
And the dummies might be right
You feel like a jerk
My music at work
My music at work
Avoid trends and cliches
Don't try to be up to date
And when the sunlight hits
The olive oil don't hesitate
The nights so long it hurts
My music at work
In a symbol too far
Or the anatomy of a stain
To determine where you are
In a sink full of Ganges, I'd remain
No matter what you heard
In my music at work
My music at work
My music at work
I call it, Olga Waits
Cloud that entertains
The dim possibility
Of showing some restraint
The rain came down berserk
My music at work
My music at work
On a star beyond the chart
Dark side of a drop of rain
Determining where you are
In a sink full of Ganges, I remain
No matter what you heard
My music at work
My music at work
My music at work
Everything is bleak
It's the middle of the night
You're all alone
And the dummies might be right
Outside, the darkness lurks
My music at work
My music at work
Fallen hummingbird
My music at work
From the middle of the earth
My music at work
Bound for bed without dessert
My music at work
My music at work
My music at work
