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Aim, Al
That Guy — Album 1: Saevit Animo!

Aim, Al

"The target's right there"

[Intro]

Every office has that guy.

Every workplace.

Every building.

Every restroom.

This is about Al.

[Verse 1]

Every morning same routine

Coffee first, then start the day

Then I walk into the restroom

And immediately lose my faith

There’s a whole damn YUR-ih-nul

A target the size of a truck

Yet somehow every surface nearby

Ends up getting completely fucked

The wall’s a victim

The floor’s a crime scene

The janitor deserves combat pay

And every day I ask myself

How has this man survived this way?

[Pre-Chorus]

I’m not asking for fucking perfection

Nobody’s perfect, it’s true

I’m just wondering how everything’s fucking wet

Except the thing meant for you

[Chorus]

Aim, Al.

Just fucking aim

The target’s right there

This isn’t a fucking game

The wall hates you

The floor hates you

The mop bucket wants your fucking address

Aim, Al.

For Fucks’ sake

We’re all under enough stress

[Verse 2]

I tested every theory

Maybe the lighting’s bad

Maybe his depth perception sucks

Maybe the man’s just fucking sad

But then I watched him staggering in

Like a gunslinger from the wild west

Confidence through the fucking roof

Accuracy? Absolutely not his best

He looked left

He looked right

Like he was sizing up the room

Then launched a stream so wildly off course

I swear it violated physics

[Pre-Chorus]

Scientists should study this shit

Engineers should take some notes about this shit

Because somehow he’s defeated

Basic trajectory and slope and all that shit

[Chorus]

Aim, Al.

Just fucking aim

There’s literally one objective

How are you losing this game?

The toilet fears you

The urinal fears you

The cleaning staff have formed support groups

Aim, Al.

For Fucks’ sake

Why does this keep happening to you?

[Bridge]

You know what?

Maybe it’s me.

Maybe I’m overreacting.

Maybe a little splash happens.

Maybe nobody cares.

Then I stepped in something.

SHIIIIIT!!!

FUCK YOU, AL!!!!

[Guitar Solo]

[Final Chorus] [Key Lift]

Aim, Al.

One final plea

A lifetime achievement award

In missing intentionally large targets

The signs gave instructions

The arrows gave hints

The giant white bowl literally explained the assignment

Aim, Al.

The whole damn office agrees

There are many mysteries in this life

But you remain the biggest of these

[Outro]

This morning

The floor was dry.

The walls were clean.

The urinal was spotless.

Al’s on vacation.

Halle-fucking-lujah.