"Glenda (Garage)" lyrics

Danny, you can't handle me in Super Monkey Ball!
Respond to me, Danny!
I can't hand Super Monkey Ball to you!
Danny!

You'd do anything to make another buck
We've never seen you smile, hey, man, you really suck
You suck the energy out of the room
It's okay to judge others but they can't judge you
But we still do

I'm sick of the games
Sick of the low paychecks
What's next?
Someday you'll see, you can't fire me
This business is lame, I get no respect
(No shit)
I'm sick of this food and I'm sick of you

You're judging other people by the color of their skin
Correct me if I'm wrong, but I think that's called sin
I really don't care what you think about their case
I'll spit in your drink just like
I'll spit on your grave
It's all the same

I'm sick of the games
Sick of the low paychecks
What's next?
Someday you'll see, you can't fire me
This business is lame, I get no respect
(No shit)
I'm sick of this food and I'm sick of you

She's always right
She's never wrong
I'm really glad that I quit my job

Pick it up, pick it up, pick it up

I'm sick of the games
Sick of the low paychecks
What's next?
Someday you'll see, you can't fire me
This business is lame, I get no respect
(No shit)
I'm sick of this food and I'm sick of you