This noob across from me who gets all nervous when he talks on the phone and kicks our divider with his foot. He tries to impress our supervisor by being a "hard ass" and arguing and getting all loud with debtors. He can't seem to grasp he's fighting against brick walls. I want to vomit my lunch on him then gouge him in the gullet with my Bic.
So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell,
blue skies from pain.
Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?
And did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
And did you exchange a walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage?