Mr. S.O.S. - f** My Job lyrics

[Hook] {Old Vocal sample} Evening is a time of day Night time, nothing much 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 f**ing whipped right now man Damn I don't even got that much money from this sh**, that's the worst part (I need a nap) ...You know what, you know what [Chorus: Chapter 13] Man f** 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 f** 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 a**' Everyday I hop on the train, my bus pa**ing Rush as fast as I can just not to be late f** that! This sh** is insane You're mentally enslaved cos 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 strange 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 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 f** up his holiday Cos he's refusing your wages and cutting your lunch breaks The average worker's just a nervous wreck Who hides from his boss hip hops heard 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 For your 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're gonna stay For another day to keep talking and b**hing 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 your cubicle? (Yep) Everyday you would say is 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, fu*k my job cos it's fu*kING HARD I don't wanna punch the clock, I should punch my boss Right in his f**ing jaw cos he s**s and taunts 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 lunch to get burgers Plus it's freezing and these cheapskates hate pumping the furnace Goddamnit, I cannot stand customer service! Cos it's nothing but a bunch of queers flustered and nervous I hope my job gets robbed cos these f**ers deserve it Everday is a 9 o'clock to 5 o'clock battle Store manager trippin' off my 5 o'clock shadow I mic check cos I sweat and can't even afford to buy a nice bed No, I don't want to give you a price check - Cos I quit f** you! And f** you! I shout You're cool, but f** you! And f** YOU - I'm out