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!