Sheepskingraft Songtext

Waiting five years for that piece of paper that says, "give this boy a job."

Waltz through the door to the tune of, "even though you know the job, I'm better than you and now I'm going to be your boss."

This piece of paper won't burn because it's not what you know, it's how much you can earn.
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