Put it in the oven
We're pressing on the button
We're counting to the dozen
Take it out when it is ready
Hanging from the ceiling
Fingers feel like bleeding
Gravity is waiting
To take you when it's ready
Peons keep on creeping
Cleaners keep in sweeping
Everybody's after you
Get the ride to stop
When you feel like getting off
And we'll find you something else to do
Papa said there's a whole lot of things
That can lead to the path of gold
The flicking tongues of the wicked have won
If you don't thank the ones you hold
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Put it in the oven
We're pressing on the button
We're counting to the dozen
Take it out when it is ready
Hanging from the ceiling
Fingers feel like bleeding
Gravity is waiting
To take you when it's ready
Peons keep on creeping
Cleaners keep in sweeping
Everybody's after you
Get the ride to stop
When you feel like getting off
And we'll find you something else to do
Papa said there's a whole lot of things
That can lead to the path of gold
The flicking tongues of the wicked have won
If you don't thank the ones you hold
We're pressing on the button
We're counting to the dozen
Take it out when it is ready
Hanging from the ceiling
Fingers feel like bleeding
Gravity is waiting
To take you when it's ready
Peons keep on creeping
Cleaners keep in sweeping
Everybody's after you
Get the ride to stop
When you feel like getting off
And we'll find you something else to do
Papa said there's a whole lot of things
That can lead to the path of gold
The flicking tongues of the wicked have won
If you don't thank the ones you hold
Writer: Chris MacAlister
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid