This Job Is Killing Me

He clears his throat

And hes driving up his crowd

He used to sway

But hes turned it all aroundYeah, hes mopping up his brow

Yeah, hes taking his time

Working his crowdHes lunging two words

Atop a bus

Hes talking all day long

Hes always telling usIts easy to get around

Man, I know my stuff

When I get home

Im alone for just so much

Honey, this job is killing meHe lost his voice

When he got back home

Hes at it hard

But now hes turned it all around

Yeah, hes turned it all aroundYeah, but now hes at home

And hes counting his cash

Hes popping pills

And hes calling his exHe lost his voice

But hes all right

He says hes happy now

Driving that bus around[Incomprehensible] job

He'll never leave it now

Hes turned it all around

But honey, this job is killing me