Tism - The Men's Room lyrics

The f**ing kids are whingeing They can't get a job; The photocopy repair man Is a smarmy smartarse knob; I've been running this office For so long I can't recall - I've gone and pissed thirty years Up against a wall. I've gone and pissed thirty years up against a wall. I've gone and pissed thirty years up against a wall. "Good morning Mr. Jenkins," The office girls all say; "Gentlemen," I tell the board, "The agenda for today?" I play the part so desperately Because the truth so appalls: I've gone and pissed thirty years Up against a wall. The fingers that knot my tie Are fat with some success; They tremble - still so slightly, So far only I notice: In the far off wilderness A lone hyena calls: I've gone and pissed thirty years Up against a wall. Off I go to the men's room For the seventh time today: My bladder no longer hears me, No matter what I say. I count the tiles in front of me, And wait for the trickle to fall: I've gone and pissed thirty years Up against a f**ing wall. I've gone and pissed thirty years up against a wall. (x8)