How come I still don't have anything to do....
How come these silly people don't ever talk to you around here
How come my manager has never said more than hello to me
How come she probably thinks that is OK
How come this other manager that handles work load around here told me to tell him if I get some work
How come if you don't give me any work, I won't have any...
How come they don't get that
How come I've been here almost 6 month
How come, how come, how come...
How come I'm a little ticked off and want to walk out of the joint
and say to heck with 'my good paying job'.
How come I had to go and pray at lunch so I wouldn't do it.
How come if I didn't have all these dang bills and student loans I would have done so
How come, "My moma didn't raise a fool"
