Face the music

Another day, clock ticks away ,

He sits and toils

So much to do, so many bills, the pressure is mounting , the dunse can't stop frowning and yet here he sits , and toils, and keeps waiting for a better day.

A day when it will all go right

Suddenly, a light shined from within

A light bulb went off

And he said, u frickin putz, this one's on you

Now get it done son, or face the fucking music

Plebs plebs , The vile plebs! The king is back

Kiss the ring , and leave those fucking skins ! Or so help me . The the skins, the skins, I must have the skins.

Now Stooley