[Intro:
You know, some people say, wrestling has homoerotic undertones, but I don't believe it. Those guys are sitting on each others faces because it's 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
It's killing me, man

I've 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 it's cold like the ice age
Look to the heaven but there's nothing 'cause the sky's great
It's not okay, I'm irate, my mind stays belligerent
Only Tuesday morning and it's heating up like filament, it's militant
Have I become a rodent rat-race 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 I'm the god of sea
Throwing tridents, declaring war on the galaxy
You know money doesn't grow on trees (no it doesn't!)
Gotta maintain the flowing salary 'cause unemployment is bleak (man it's so bleak!)
And you don't 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 we're livin' on a planet that's evil
Where it's rich vs poor
Battle where there's never an equal
Mangled in this figgle like the hand on Jeremy Beadle
Fast forward a few years
Recession regresses
The blessings mentally messing
We're still here
Rat-race residents irrelevant, the future's unclear
Like Ray Mears we find the pestilence to survive and remain here

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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?
I'm 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