The air is so damn thick, I can slice it with my hand when you're down here in my greasy cave at the auto dealer service and parts supply. My job is to hunt and peck out the letters of your name, as you dodge my king size monster flies on their way up to their buzzing lights.
This is what I must do just to look like I get by, what's necessary to survive. I take my time, servicing your needs, and act like you're servile to me.
When you're standing in line, you'll proceed at my mercy. For this moment in time, yeah, I'm the boss of you. But when the crowds are all gone, it starts to feel pretty empty. No one to make like a pawn, nothing to do.
This is what I must do just to look like I get by, what's necessary to survive. That misery that you perceive is true, so I'll take my hatred out on you.
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