Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the hoard,
Of all their gifts from yesterday, they are already bored
But here they come a’shopping for they think that they need more
The hoard keeps marching on!
Geez, I’m glad I don’t work retail
Geez, I’m glad I don’t work retail
It would be like being in hell
I’m glad that I am home
It’s boxing day at Wal-mart and the time is getting near
For people to come shopping with the ones they love so dear
By three o’clock they’re fighting and their wishing for a beer
The hoard keeps marching on
(chourus)
The returns desk is not open and the crowd is getting mad
They’re all returning presents that they got for mum and dad
They all are saying this year is the worst they’ve ever had
The hoard keeps marching on
(chorus)
The deals, they…
View original post 138 more words
muddled musings of a mangled mind 