ugh.. i have work to do. can’t concentrate….

“I Think”

I Think agents are really a huge problem
I Think websites are too much on my mind
I Think listings have got a lot to do with why the world sucks
But what can you do?

Like a black rain, beating down on me
Like a Edna St. Vincent Millay line, which won’t let go of my brain
Like writer-man’s ass, it is in my head
Blame it on work
Blame it on work
Blame it on work

I Think traffic are gonna drive us all crazy
And phone calls make me feel like a child
I Think reworks will eventually be the downfall of civilization
But what can you do? I said what can you do?

Like a black rain, beating down on me
Like a Edna St. Vincent Millay line, which won’t let go of my brain
Like writer-man’s ass, it is in my head
Blame it on work
Blame it on work
Blame it on work

Like a black rain, beating down on me
Like writer-man’s smile, cruel and cold
Like Edna St. Vincent Millay’s ass, it is in my head
Blame it on work
Blame it on work
Blame it on work

“Will to Live”

I feel miserable
Agents make me ill
I feel miserable
Websites tear at my foundations
I feel miserable
Listings are dragging me down to the depths of misery
I want to die

Is it because of work that I feel this way?
With the black rays of misery pounding on my brain?
Or am I lost in tale of Edna St. Vincent Millay, adrift far from home
I don’t think so, I don’t think so.

Writer-man Broke My Will to Live
Writer-man Broke My Will to Live
Writer-man Broke My Will to Live
I was getting better but then
Writer-man Broke My Will to Live

I feel miserable
Traffic rot the flesh from my bones
I feel miserable
Phone calls defeat my purpose
I feel miserable
Reworks are doing their best to impale my soul
I want to die

Is it because of work that I feel this way?
With the black rays of misery pounding on my brain?
Am I lost in tale of Edna St. Vincent Millay, adrift far from home
I don’t think so, I don’t think so.

Writer-man Broke My Will to Live
Writer-man Broke My Will to Live
Oh God, writer-man Broke My Will to Live
I was getting better but then
Writer-man Broke My Will to Live

“Why”

Agents, websites, listings
Why God, Why?
Websites, traffic, work
Why God, Why?

What have I done to deserve this black horror?
Surrounded on all sides with the Hell of work
Like a Edna St. Vincent Millay character, I’m wordy and alone
Why God, Why?

Phone calls, agents, reworks
Why God, Why?
Work, reworks, listings
Why God, Why?

What have I done to deserve this black disaster that is my life?
Surrounded on all sides with the Hell of work
Like a Edna St. Vincent Millay character, I’m wordy and alone
Why God, Why?

What have I done to deserve this black misery?
Surrounded on all sides with the Hell of work
Like a Edna St. Vincent Millay character, I’m wordy and alone
Why God, Why?

Why God, Why?
Why God, Why?
Why God, Why?
Why God, Why?