YR BITCH-ASS JOB

Another day becomes a week
And there ain't no time to speak
Take a paperclip, and stretch it out
Do it again 'til it breaks the skin
While you're punching in, punching out
The boss at your bitch-ass job tells you
You are slow, slow as shit
But you don't know the half of it

You've got some fly hanging files
Take care of all her dangling
Things undone, got her back
Well keep it up, that's a damn good welcome mat

Your bitch-ass job is just a homemade habitrail
The door's unlocked, it's not the same as being in jail
You can walk out with your shovel and your pail
And the documents you wrote in braille

Every night she will cite
Remote decisions from small municipalities
She will try to catch your eye
In an effort to minimize fatalities
She can be just what she wants
The boss can do what she chooses
Take you in, price you out
But it's a recipe for bruises

She's obsessed, nicely dressed
You can't hear a word she says
Because you're aiming true
Trying to flick the little planets from around her head

Your bitch-ass job is just a vampire in disguise
It takes your soul and steals the fire from your eyes
And once you're free, it's just a child and his cries
And the mirror that shows your actual size

Grab a bite, ham on white
Think of tonight when you'll buy a sack
And you're leaning back in your seat
Lost and heavy on your feet
As you make a call, take a break
Cook your lungs like a sirloin steak
Which you wish you had, fat and red
But you're dead 'cause you bled instead

Your bitch-ass job is just a homemade safety net
To keep you happy with your couch and TV set
Which shows you all the things you don't have time to get
You better run for your life, it's not over yet