Job Hunting – Coma

Every day I find another me
Every day I ask I my maker
What’s gonna become of me

I spent one day in a old people’s home
Changing diapers, washing wrinkled skin
Brushing dentures for hours and hours
Before I realised the shit I was in

The day after I tried a nursery
Feeding babies, removing puke
Chasing tots for hourse and hours
Because of the pride they took

I even posed naked in a magazine
Don’t think they really wanted me
But all those beautifull women
Were horny of my ejaculating stiffy


Lyric Job Hunting – Coma