Tired of being bossed around
Getting the run around
Sweep your floors
Empty your trash
You're the one who makes the cash
Tired of being a pissant
9 to 5
Open my letter
You won't be alive
Here's a present just for you
When you'll open it
You'll be through
Sit behind your desk
Act like a king
Treat me like a human beeing
Give me the worst jobs
I'm getting mad
When you're dead
I'll be glad
Here's a present just for you
When you'll open it
You'll be through
Plastic explosive
On your letter
You'd be better off dead
Hope the building crumbles,
On your head
Die! Die!
