fuck this job.com

Going out of my mind
Setting paint for an antiquated line
Not so hard to find
Why my attitude is so out of line

With you lifer trick motherfuckers
Sitting in in your salried positions
Try to cram more work down my throat
When y'all can't even make the right decisions

Solvents melting my organs, pock-marking my brain
Give me a fifteen cent raise every quarter
You punk ass bitches wonder why I'm half insane
Whip me like Kunta Kinte if I don't follow your every order

And in the end its all nickel and dime
Slapping paint on nuts and bolts to not earn a living
End up hating my life and can't get back the time
I wasted at metal finsihing while you continue your Indian giving

Well listen up skeezer slave driving bitches
I'm putting in my two weeks' notice
Suck my nuts
They're what really itches

Pick up my feet before they turn to roots
Move on to greener pasutres
Get cute with me and taste my steel-toed boots
You punk-ass, trick-ass, middle management bastards

Peace, I'm out
Suck my nuts and bolts!

-Wageslave Z-

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