Commentary: I enjoyed last week's collection of workaday songs so much that I was inspired to add a second shift.
"There was no party, there were no songs,
'Cause today's just a day like the day that he started,
And nobody's left here who knows his first name,
And life barrels on like a runaway train
Where the passengers change, they don't change anything,
You get off, someone else can get on.
"And I'm sorry, Mister Jones, it's time…"
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