Lyrics
I am almost through watching Die Hard 2 for the 38th time
I would go insane
On a burning plane
I gotta block out most of the pain just like John McClane does
I wanna look myself in the eye and be a normal guy
And say some clever shit when I’m about to die
Back to work back to work…
I know the devil and his wife Denise
They worship me
I’m their kind of guy
I bring them peace
They both agree I’m a monster
Yippee ki yay I’m a blood sucker
I hear people scream in my ear
I guess that’s a curse
But the things I say to myself are even worse
I told my Mom I wanted to kill myself
She said Brian grow up
Your 40 years old ain’t it time to stop that shit
But I can’t change the world
And by the way, Mom
I’m 41 and I’ve just begun
I would go insane
On a burning plane
I gotta block out most of the pain just like John McClane does
I wanna look myself in the eye and be a normal guy
And say some clever shit when I’m about to die
Back to work back to work…
I know the devil and his wife Denise
They worship me
I’m their kind of guy
I bring them peace
They both agree I’m a monster
Yippee ki yay I’m a blood sucker
I hear people scream in my ear
I guess that’s a curse
But the things I say to myself are even worse
I told my Mom I wanted to kill myself
She said Brian grow up
Your 40 years old ain’t it time to stop that shit
But I can’t change the world
And by the way, Mom
I’m 41 and I’ve just begun
About "Back To Work"
BC Camplight's 'Back to Work' is a wry, psychedelic shrug—a bossa-nova lilt undercut by the dread of clocking in. The title's mundane grind becomes a surreal loop, bright keys and woozy harmonies masking a quiet desperation. It's the sound of a smile stretched too thin.