Tragically Hip - Music at work

^EEverything is bleak. ^BIt's the middle of the night. ^AYou're all alone and ^Ethe dummies might be right. ^BYou feel like a jerk. ^AMy music at work. ^EMy music at work.

^EAvoid trends and cliches. ^BDon't try to be up to date. ^AAnd when the sunlight hits the olive oil ^Edon't hesitate. The night's so long it hu^Arts My music at wo^Erk.

^EIn a symbol too far ^Bor the anatomy of a stain; ^Ato determine where you are, in a sink full of Ga^Enges, I'd remain - No matter what you h^Beard in my music at w^Aork. My music at w^Bork. My music at w^Eork.

^EI call it, 'Olga Waits; ^BThe cloud that entertains ^Athe dim possibility of showing some res^Etraint. The rain came down bers^Berk. My music at w^Eork.

^EOn a star beyond the chart ^Bor the dark side of a drop of rain. ^Adetermining where you are, in a sink full of Ga^Enges, I remain No ma^Btter what you heard. My music at wo^Ark. My music at wo^Erk.

^EEverythng is bleak. ^BIt's the middle of the night. ^AYou're all alone and the dum^Emies might be right. ^BOutside, the darkness lurks. ^AMy music at work. ^EMy music at work.

^EHey fallen hummingbird, ^Bmy music at work. ^AFrom the middle of the earth, ^Emy music at work. ^BBound for bed without dessert, ^Amy music at work. ^EMy music at work.