Station

I run my fingers through my hair And throw my hands up in despair If it helps I can bang my head against a wall Through it all you've been there with us Like a dead fucking albatross In the end to little or no help at all You say it's just a job But its just my life Can you pinpoint where you lost your motivation You say you're nine to five But I'm twenty-four seven And I'm sorry that you seem to hate your station I've jumped through each and every hoop Each highly complex admin loop And I've smiled and been polite at every step You've clearly hidden your intent Through repetition and incompetence I'm sure I won't be holding my fucking breath You say it's just a job But its just my life Can you pinpoint where you lost your motivation You say you're nine to five But I'm twenty-four seven And I'm sorry that you seem to hate your station