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Parking Lot Lament Video (MV)




Performed By: Nail Grinder
Length: 2:10
Written by: David Pratt




Nail Grinder - Parking Lot Lament Lyrics




Sitting out here in this parking lot
I've got nothing to read, and I got no pot
A Guinness Stout is what I need
To keep me from screaming

Let me go home
I've been here ten hours I want to get stone
How come it's always me
To get f*cked over by everybody

I brought in their crap
And I cleaned up the dump
And I'm only making twenty five bucks
It's not my fault that that guy quit
But I'm the one stuck dealing with it

Let me go home
I've been here ten hours I want to get stone
How come it's always me
To get f*cked over by everybody

Today it's a waitress with some stupid excuse
Tomorrow a change by my bosses muse
Everyday is a whole new adventure
Why I put up with it I can't answer

F*ck you and your four cars
You're lucky it's Sunday and there's no open bars
Cuz that's where you'd find me
And when I saw you
I'd get up and scream

Let me go home
I've been here ten hours I want to get stone
How come it's always me
To get f*cked over by everybody
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Sitting out here in this parking lot
I've got nothing to read, and I got no pot
A Guinness Stout is what I need
To keep me from screaming

Let me go home
I've been here ten hours I want to get stone
How come it's always me
To get f*cked over by everybody

I brought in their crap
And I cleaned up the dump
And I'm only making twenty five bucks
It's not my fault that that guy quit
But I'm the one stuck dealing with it

Let me go home
I've been here ten hours I want to get stone
How come it's always me
To get f*cked over by everybody

Today it's a waitress with some stupid excuse
Tomorrow a change by my bosses muse
Everyday is a whole new adventure
Why I put up with it I can't answer

F*ck you and your four cars
You're lucky it's Sunday and there's no open bars
Cuz that's where you'd find me
And when I saw you
I'd get up and scream

Let me go home
I've been here ten hours I want to get stone
How come it's always me
To get f*cked over by everybody
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Writer: David Pratt
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