The Pinkerton Thugs - Punching Numbers lyrics

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The Pinkerton Thugs - Punching Numbers lyrics

I scrape my food from a polyvinyl tray I think about the process and I crack every day Five minutes for the Postal Office Five minutes for the nation In five minutes I'll plod back to my station Its time for you to meet the other me The one that wants you dead I'll punch in your numbers and I'll print a receipt And then I'll bash in your head I kiss your a** and you pay me But I'm so sick of your policies I hate being so f**ing autocratic You and me and my semi-automatic