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Got to pick myself up from the floor
Can't stand being down here any more
Someone tried to kill me with a saw
I'm sure that kind of thing's against the law
In this job a sense of humour
Comes in handy, like a tumour
Tell you now or tell you sooner
Your career is just a rumour
Waiting for my dead man's shoes
Waiting for my dead man's shoes
Waiting for my dead man's shies
Waiting for, waiting for,
Waiting for my dead man's shoes
Secretary sitting on my desk
Asked me if would like to invest
In 30 years I never would have guessed
Invested in a cardiac arrest
In this job a sense of humour
Comes in handy, like a tumour
Tell you now or tell you sooner
Your career is just a rumour
Waiting for my dead man's shoes
Waiting for my dead man's shies
Waiting for, waiting for,
Waiting for my dead man's shoes
Reggae part
Got to pick myself up from the floor
My replacement walking through the door
Someone tried to kill me with a saw
Survival is the only kind of law