I walk into the store
Today it\'s a big crowd
We clock in by the door
The angry mob is loud
Morning shift seems tired
My line seems ired
Day goes by alright
And I calm down
Then coworkers fight
And a shelf hits the ground
Head throbs with a pain
Ibuprofen to keep sane
I\'m running out of power
As the store becomes dead
Minute feels like an hour
And there\'s throbbing in my head
The boss\'s wrath never fails
My advice, never work in sales