Hard day at work, doing everything myself
But I'm growing, becoming hard to beat
I don't need to rely on other's help
To get around my failings. No defeat
Is mine, I'm winning with each stressful week
Afterwards, exercised, and played my uke
Drove Harry out the flat, who cares, I can't be weak
Onwards and upwards, losers make me puke
No-one has helped me, I just face rebuke
But now I see I was always right, felt
It inside, what they'll never do, they bleat
Even though they're conformist, they can't shake
The status quo, why do they oppose my stealth
Well I've been kind long enough, now, shit, eat!
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