Don't forget to wave when you pass. I'm back at my old job
Do you mean the one in the bike shop, or that other one round the backstreets of Camden. The one that made you cry yourself to sleep every night, the one where, after a shift, you'd try and wash yourself clean but no matter how much soap you used or how hard you scrubbed you couldn't get rid of the guilt and the shame, it just always remained like a stain on your soul, you know, when you worked for JD.
Do you mean the one in the bike shop, or that other one round the backstreets of Camden. The one that made you cry yourself to sleep every night, the one where, after a shift, you'd try and wash yourself clean but no matter how much soap you used or how hard you scrubbed you couldn't get rid of the guilt and the shame, it just always remained like a stain on your soul, you know, when you worked for JD.