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  • Текст песни Mr. SOS - Fuck My Job

    Исполнитель: Mr. SOS
    Название песни: Fuck My Job
    Дата добавления: 11.06.2016 | 17:40:56
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    [Hook] {Old Vocal sample}
    Evening is a time of day
    Night time, nothing more to say
    Don't know what to do
    But I can...

    [Chapter 13] {Speaking in the background over beginning sample}
    Damn man... Just got out of work
    Fucking whipped right now man
    Damn I don't even got that much money from this shit, that's the worst part
    (I need a nap)
    ...You know what, you know what

    [Chorus: Chapter 13]
    Man fuck my job!
    I feel like a puppet that's been stuck in a box
    Working for these pig headed Republican slobs
    For a bucket to slop
    My credits got me indebted whether I want it or not
    So fuck my job!
    I feel like a puppet that's been stuck in a box
    Working for these pig headed Republican slobs
    For a bucket to slop
    My credits got me indebted whether I want it or not

    [Verse 1: Chapter 13]
    Hey neighbour! We're you going?
    "I gotta go to work to make paper..."
    Arn't you tired of being corporate slave labour?
    "Huh? I'm not a slave"
    Oh I see I've got to explain this to you Bob
    See you've been locked in a cage, trapped without chains
    Content with your little spot in the Matrix without ever stopping to think
    'Hey wait a minute, this jobs a pain in my ass'
    Everyday I hop on the train, my bus passing
    Rush as fast as I can just not to be late
    Fuck that! This shit is insane
    You're mentally enslaved because you're too busy to think til the end of the day
    But you're still stessing at home even after getting your pay
    cos these bill collecters are on the phone and you need to split what you made
    All you could think to do is pop in a video tape or video game just to start
    drifting away
    To forget this senseless pain that you wished you could change
    But isn't stranage how you just sit and watch the idiot box?
    Even though you don't want any part of it in any way
    You just wish it would stop
    But you listen to all the usual talk and misery explained in the news
    And go to work to feel safe, confined in your cubicles walls
    But I'm taking up far too much of your time
    You should be off before you're late, Bob
    Man, you're doing such a beautiful job!

    [Chorus: Chapter 13]
    [Hook]

    [Verse 2: Chapter 13]
    You ever work for an uptight Republican nutcase?
    Who kept you up nights plus doubles on Sunday
    Til' you, do in your apron and fuck up his fun day(?)
    Cos you refusing your wages and cutting your lunch breaks
    The average worker's just a nervous wreck
    Who hides from his boss hip hops third casettes
    We're all 9 to 5 slaved, dying to get paid
    for the whip, at the crack of dawn cos you ain't trying to be late
    But you're routine commutes and petty office bickering
    Sick to your stomach but you can't get a docters visit in
    Overworked, underpaid, you wanna go berserk and run away
    But you need the cheque so you guess you wanna stay, for another day
    to cheap talking and bitching, and constantly wishing
    your boss wasn't tripping
    So you start to wonder if your job is a prison
    Cos you just another number that's lost in the system
    If you fit the profile I can offer suggestions
    But I need to ask a couple of questions:
    Do you spend days in you cubicle? (Yep)
    Everyday you would say it's the usual (Stress)
    Your life you proclaim is a beautiful (Mess)
    So you freak out when your computers broken, bite down on your cuticles
    Then you're just a victim of this capitalist system
    Quit your job, move to Vegas and just cash all your chips in (yeahh!)

    [Hook]

    [Verse 3: SOS]
    Aiyyo, FUCK my job cos it's FUCKING HARD
    I don't wanna punch the clock, I should punch my boss
    Right in his fucking job cos he sucks and talks
    about what I should do, like I don't know what's involved
    I really think my superviser wants to be murdered
    Keeping me and not letting me leave for l
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