Lyrics:

Track 9 on Good News For People Who Love Bad News, This Devil’s Workday seems out of place compared to other tracks on the album. It follows a story about a criminal or an outlaw going mad.
All those people that you know
All those people that you know
All those people that you know
Floating in the river are logs

I could buy myself a reason
I could sell myself a job
I could hang myself on treason
All the folks I know are gone

All those people that you know
All those people that you know
All those people that you know
Floating in the river are logs

So I ate the wedding cake
'Til the whole damn thing was gone
And I'm gonna drown the ocean
Now ain't none o' that so wrong?

All those people that you know
All those people that you know
All those people that you know
Floating in the river are gone

Gonna take this sack of puppies
Gonna set it out to freeze
Gonna climb around on all fours
'Til all the blood falls out my knees

All those people that you know
All the people that you know
All those people that you know
Floating in the river are logs

Well, let's take this potted plant
To the woods and set it free
I'm gonna tell the owners
Just how nice that was of me
I could buy myself a reason
I could sell myself a job
I could hang myself on treason
Oh I am my own damn God