My Music At Work - The Tragically Hip

Everything is bleak

It’s the middle of the night

You’re all alone

And the dummies might be right

You feel like a jerk

My music at work

My music at work

Avoid trends and cliches

Don’t try to be up to date

And when the sunlight hits the olive oil

Don’t hesitate

The night’s so long it hurts

My music at work

In a symbol too far

Or the anatomy of a stain

To determine where you are

In a sink full of Ganges I’d remain

No matter what you heard

My music at work

My music at work

My music at work

I call it «Olga Waits»

The crowd then entertains

The dim possibility

Of showing some restraint

The rain came down berserk

My music at work

My music at work

On a star beyond the chart

Or the dark side of a drop of rain

Determining where you are

In a sink full of Ganges I’d remain

No matter what you heard

My music at work

My music at work

My music at work

La la la la la la

La la la la la la la la

La la la la la la

La la la la la la la la

Everything is bleak

It’s the middle of the night

You’re all alone

And the dummies might be right

Outside the darkness lurks

My music at work

My music at work

Hey, fallen hummingbird

My music at work

From the middle of the earth

My music at work

Bound for bed without dessert

My music at work

My music at work

My music at work