The Tragically Hip - My Music At Work lyrics

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 hit's the olive oil
Don't hesitate the night's 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

My music at work my music at work
My music at work

I call it "Olga Wait's"
The crowd then entertains
The dim possibility
Of showing some restraint
The rain came down berserk yo
My music at work my music at work

On a star beyond the chart
Or the dark side of a drop of rain
Determining where you are
In a sink full of Ganges I'd remain
No matter what you heard

My music at work my music at work
My music at work

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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

Hey, 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