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lyrics

A vast majority of all the employees
Admit taking care of their own elderly
This always interferes with their performance at work

Her parents are ageing, while she is working
There’s no time for nursing, which leads to cursing
A minor setback and she’ll choose the daughter track

Taking the time off from her work
Easily results in something absurd
When her dad breaks his hip
And her moms vision blurs
The great partnerships will never occur
She’ll be sitting beside a hospital bed
Looking at her smartphone until they are dead
Then she returns to the job that drives her mad

Then the funeral industry
Will start a fight over your parents bodies
They’ll even bite and they say that they care
To capture their market share

Then she explains to her son that
Grandpa is gone and
I’m running late cause
It’s half past eight
And I’m too busy to answer
If I’ll ever die of cancer

Taking the time off from her work
Easily results in something absurd
When her dad breaks his hip
And her moms vision blurs
The great partnerships will never occur
She’ll be sitting beside a hospital bed
Looking at her smartphone until they are dead
Then she returns to the job that drives her mad

credits

from Year of the Flesh - All sales during the Trump presidency will go towards ACLU and AI Justice., released September 26, 2014
Snævar Albertsson – Guitars, Vocals, Piano, Glockenspiel
Nikolaj Skjold – Backing vocals, Noise
Peter Skibsted – Bass
Asger Christensen – Violin
Iris Marie Jakobsen – Viola
Lasse Dahl – Drums
Kasper Brinck - Percussion
Jonas E. Andreasen - Saxophone
Jakob Sørensen - Trumpet
Thomas Rye Simonsen – Cornet
Mads Naomi - Trombone
Marie Sønderskov – Flute

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