Contact Play - f** a Job lyrics

[Intro: You know, some people say, wrestling has h*moerotic undertones, but I don't believe it Those guys are sitting on each others faces because it's their job ... You know, there is something about this job day in and day out that makes me wanna k** myself... and you] f**, another day at this godforsaken office job It's k**ing me, man I've got my eyes set on friday Eating dry rice-balls with chopsticks I can pluck on both [?] Why wait Our [?] is cold like like the [i?] sage Look to the heaven but there's nothing 'cause the sky's great It's not okay, I'm irrate My mind stays belligerent Only tuesday morning and it's heating up like filament It's militant Have I become a rode of rat-race idiots Have this feeling my life is plunging to insignificance Try remain diligent while slumped in my seat Start to fantasize about chilling on beaches in greece My daydreams escalate Now I'm the god of sea Throwing tridants Declaring war on the galaxy You know money doesn't grow on trees Gotta maintain the flow in salary 'cause unemployment is bleak And you don't get paid for watching daytime tv Wish I was tenned watching root dog and the dweebs Or captain planet, even though the animation was feeble Now we're livin' on a planet that's evil Where it's rich vs poor Battle, where there's never an equal Mangled in this figgle like the hand on Jeremy [?] Fast forward a few years Recession regresses The blessings mentally messing We're still here Rat-race residents irrelevant The future's unclear By [?] we find the pestilence to survive and remain here