Hey Wheeler, you’re late again
Good, this fuckin’ job sucked a fuckin’ dick anyway

This nine to five can suck my cock
I’d rather eat shit than punch that clock
Monday through Friday is a hassle
Everybody here is an asshole

Today’s the day I grow some balls
Stop jackin’ off in the bathroom stall
Blowin’ my load in the sink
And tell ‘em what I really think

Fuck this job
Fuck you boss
Fuck your profit
And fuck your loss
Fuck you Linda at the front desk too
Guy in the mailroom: Fuck you
This whole company can slob my knob
Fuck all y’all
Fuck this job

Without me here this place is screwed
Y’all don’t know half the shit I do
You shoulda understood from the get go
I oughta be runnin’ this shithole

PS. I pissed in the coffee pot
Took a big dump in the parking lot
Hid a dildo in the drawer
Kiss my ass
I’m out the door

Fuck this job
Fuck you boss
Fuck your profit
And fuck your loss
Fuck you Linda at the front desk too
Guy in the mailroom: Fuck you
This whole company can slob my knob
Fuck all y’all
Fuck this job

I’m off to chase my dreams
Crush more pussy than you’ve ever seen
I guess what I really mean is…

Fuck this job
Fuck you boss
Fuck your profit
And fuck your loss
Fuck you Linda at the front desk too
Guy in the mailroom: Fuck you
This whole company can slob my knob
Fuck all y’all
Fuck this job

Six-seven-thirty, wake up
I take off all my makeup
But I can feel there's something wrong (there's something wrong)
I swear I've seen this city
Your hands, they look so pretty
I hope we feel it all night long (feel it all night long)

A tattoo that won't stop bleeding
Snake in your head I'm feeding
We won't be happy 'til it's gone (happy 'til it's gone)
Skin-tight, it feels like leather
Red lights and stormy weather
I don't think we can go back home (we can't go back home)