Lyrics

You walk in, you clock in, you log in and then The dread sets in, and the dark clouds descend You can't eat, you can't sleep, you can't breathe, fatigue Leaves you in ruins, you cease being a human being Your whole soul grows cold, that old mind control Takes its toll on you, and you lose hold of your goals And your dreams, you wanna scream or just flee from the scene You need this like a screen door on a submarine That job is killing you and filling you with dread, the milieu Is willing you to do the will of idiots and villains who Spend days unfazed by their underlings' gaze While you barely even earn yourself a livablе wage And I remembеr you were set to jet in December You said you'd get something better, and yet you've been there forever So what happened? Someone has to snatch you and slap you 'Cause you'll never leave this job unless you have to Now quit your day job, do it before it destroys What's left of your dreams, your self-esteem and your poise Quit your day job, and finally silence the noise There are far worse things than being unemployed The very worst boss at the very worst job that I ever had Was stark raving mad It was pretty bad having to work for this demon She'd roll in around three, immediately start screaming At nothing, and when little things would fill her with doubt She'd pop some pain killers and pass out on a couch And awake yelling, always felt compelled to shout She was such a mess a couple of my paychecks bounced Every conversation like a wrestling bout And we'd rarely figure out what she was shouting about Half-illiterate, literally a middle school dropout But she was fluent in both excuses and copouts Oh, it was awful! We had to coddle her when she'd pout Followed by swallowing lies that'd fly from her mouth And when drunk all of a sudden she'd try to make out? Sound familiar? Then make like me and get the fuck out Now quit your day job, do it before it destroys What's left of your dreams, your self-esteem and your poise Quit your day job, and finally silence the noise There are far worse things than being unemployed And once you're finally free from the grind You'll find you've plenty of free time to finally unwind And get outside or stay in and get lost in your mind No job, no boss, no schedule and barely a dime To your name, now I'm not saying you should never work again I know that's unrealistic, irresponsible, but then again I am suggesting that you do just one little thing Just quit the job that you have now tomorrow and sing I don't work for you anymore I quit, you prick, now I'm out the door Goodbye, but I do not wish you well Because I'm gone, and you'll never lay your evil eyes on me again unless we see each other in hell You fucking monster Now quit your day job, do it before it destroys What's left of your dreams, your self-esteem and your poise Quit your day job, and finally silence the noise There are far worse things than being unemployed Bye