[Intro You know, some people say, wrestling has homoerotic undertones, but I dont believe it. Those guys are sitting on each others faces because its their job... You know, there is something about this job day in and day out that makes me wanna kill myself... and you] Fuck.... another day at this godforsaken office job Its killing me, man Ive got my eyes set on friday, eating dry rice bowl with chopsticks I can pluck em both out like Pai Mei, why wait? Outside yeah its cold like the ice age Look to the heaven but theres nothing cause the skys great Its not okay, Im irate, my mind stays belligerent Only Tuesday morning and its heating up like filament, its militant Have I become a rodent ratrace idiot? Have this feeling my life is plunging to insignificance Try remain diligent while slumped in my seat Start to fantasize about chilling on beaches in Crete My daydreams escalate, now Im the god of sea Throwing tridents, declaring war on the galaxy You know money doesnt grow on trees no it doesnt! Gotta maintain the flowing salary cause unemployment is bleak man its so bleak! And you dont get paid for watching daytime TV Wish I was ten again watching root dog and the dweebs Or Captain Planet, even though the animation was feeble Now were livin on a planet thats evil Where its rich vs poor Battle where theres never an equal Mangled in this figgle like the hand on Jeremy Beadle Fast forward a few years Recession regresses The blessings mentally messing Were still here Ratrace residents irrelevant, the futures unclear Like Ray Mears we find the pestilence to survive and remain here [Outro] x2 So fuck a day job Fuck a fucking lame job Fuck a night shift Split shift, fuck an office spot Fuck a manager, a supervisor Fuck a boss Dickheads want me clocking on? Im fucking clocking off Fuck this tax man, pay slips, computer gigs Fuck the office up until your office spots beside the sea Fuck a job, no fully fuck a job Everybody fuck it up and get your arse down the fucking pub
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