Bomb the Music Industry!
Tell My Boss, I Hate You
I don't wanna wake up to an alarm clock ever again
I don't wanna sit through 8 AM traffic ever again
First hour of these 15 days that I'll be away
I feel I'm never coming back
For 15 days I'm not gonna have to button my shirt or wear a neck tie
For 15 days all I gotta do is drink drink drink till I fucking die
Cubicle vs. the fresh air? We know who's winning there
I feel I'm never going back
Home is punching in
Home is 9 to 5
So tell my boss, "I hate you and it's time for you to die."
Take it back. Take the bathroom key
Take the stapler that doesn't belong to me
Look, dick, I'm not gonna wake up
Stressed about things that have nothing to do with me
Pass me another beer. The wind is in my hair
I feel I'm never going back
For 15 days I'm not gonna have to
Be a yes man for bad ideas
I'll get to play, I'll get to drink
I'll wake up hungover but I won't care
Sure it's a two week holiday, but I'll see if I can stay
I feel, I feel, I feel, I'm never going back
Back to punching in, sleeping at my desk
Back to 9 to 5
So tell my boss, "I hate you and it's time for you to die a slow death, bleed in excess, give my life back and kiss my ass."
I'm not punching in
I'm not working for some dick
I'm sleeping 9 to 5
So tell my boss "I hate you and it's time for you to die."