Hypocrisy as it oughta be,
That's called good business
Sometimes it really bothers me
How I got in this
Took this job a-thinkin'
I'd be movin' up some day
Been too busy drinkin'
To be carin' either way
The wife she ain't been workin'
'Cause her time is growing near
But the IRS ain't takin'
No sabbaticals this year
Working on commission
Against weekly guarantees
This soldier's on a mission
But it ain't for charity
[Chorus]
Give me just one moment with
The wheel between my hands
Just one moment, I'll make you understand
Don't confuse all the games you lose
With failing as a man
Just one moment,
I'll show you who I am
Went in to see the boss man
To ask him for a raise
Never did quite understand
All the reasons that he gave
His 8" X 10" of Jesus
Had turned it's back to me
I guess mortal man can't comprehend
That dense morality
So I bought my wife some roses
And I tied them with a bow
Called the boss up at 3 AM
And I told him where to go
Now we're driving down the highway
Back to where we first began
With me back in the driver's seat
And her holding my hand
[Chorus]
Writer(s): George Bret Alexander, Jeffrey S Feltenberger, Paul Andrew Smith, Pete A Palladino, Ronald Anthony Simasek
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