a/n see it can be realy fast
In the middle of late last night I was sittin' on a curb
I didn't know what about, but I was feelin' quite disturbed
A homicide cop came boundin' by, she was bouncin' every step
It seemed strange how good she felt, so I asked her while she ran
she said, "It's my job to be cleaning up this mess
And that's enough reason to go for me
It's my job to be better than the rest
And that makes a day for me."
I got an uncle who owns a bank, he's a self-made millionaire
He never had anyone to love, never had no one to care
He always seemed kinda sad to me and I asked him why that was
And he told me it's because in my contract there's this clause
That says, "It's my job to be worried half to death
And that's the thing people respect in me
It's my job but without it I'd be less
Than what I expect from me."
Now I've been lazy most all my life writin' books and sleepin' late
And any manual labor I've done was purely by mistake
If homicide cops can smile then I've got no right to feel upset
But sometimes I still forget
when the lights go on and the printer is set
And the book hits home and you feel that sweat
It's my job to be different than the rest
And that's enough reason to go for me
It's my job to be better than the rest
And that's a rough break for me
It's my job to be cleaning up this mess
And that's enough reason to go for me
It's my job to be better than the rest
And that makes the day for me