I work at the 7-11, that's how I get all my pay. Sometimes
I work all
the night, sometimes I work all the day. I sell junk to all of my
friends, I
sell almost everything. Pizza pies and chicken pies, even
eraseable pens.
I'm just an average guy, every day I risk my life. Please don't kill
me tonight, there's only a twenty in the register, alright?
Strange things happen to me every day, my boss says you just learn to
say: all I do is wait and wait and pray:
"will I
make it through
another hectic day?" Every hour I supersceme my life, my parents
wondering if I was raised up right. I got three cameras to film the
bloody sight of people who may just murder me tonight.
I'm just an average guy, every day I risk my life. Please don't kill
me tonight, there's only a twenty in the register, alright?
My work also has it's benefits, I get to watch people fit all that
they can fit into their coats and pockets with hand because noone is
afraid of the 7-11 man. Cokes, jelly beans, and bagels so right,
eating packs of chewing gum all threw the night. Six more hours the
sun will rise and I'm just a working man who's trying to survive.
I'm just an average guy, every day I risk my life. Please don't kill
me tonight, there's only a twenty in the register, alright?
