The Tragically Hip - My music at work

Everything is ^Ebleak. It’s the middle of the^B night. You’re all al^Aone and the dummies^E might be right. You ^Bfeel like a jerk. My ^Amusic at work. My ^Emusic at work.

Avoid trends and^E cliches. Don’t try to be up to^B date. And when the sunlight^A hits the olive oil don’t hesi^Etate. The ^Bnight’s so long it hurts My ^Amusic at work. My ^Emusic at work.

In a symbol too ^Afar or the anatomy of a^B stain; to determine where you^A are, in a sink full of ^BGanges, I’d remai^An - No matter what you^B heard in my music at ^Awork. My music at ^Bwork. My music at ^Ework.

I call it, ’Olga^E Waits; The cloud that ente^Brtains the dim possi^Ability of showing some res^Etraint. The rain came down bers^Berk. My music at ^Awork. My music at^E work.

On a star beyond the^A chart or the dark side of ^Ba drop of rain. determining where you^A are, in a sink full of ^BGanges, I rema^Ain No matter what you^B heard. My music at ^Awork. My music at ^Bwork. My music at ^Ework.

Everythng is ^Ebleak. It’s the middle of the^B night. You’re all a^Alone and the dummies might be^E right. Out^Bside, the darkness lurks. My ^Amusic at work. My ^Emusic at work.

Hey ^Bfallen ^Ahummingbird, my ^Emusic at work. From the^B middle ^Aof the earth, my ^Emusic at work. Bound for^B bed^A without dessert, my ^Emusic at work. My ^Bmusic^A at ^Ework.