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Jim Glauner of Trouser Press described this “lousy-job diatribe” about as well as anyone could: “the ill-tempered mental patient cousin of ‘Take This Job and Shove It’”.
Told to waste my life working on the job
But it's my boss's life and money that I am going to rob
I don't need to be told by a corpse like you
All the things in life that I should fuckin' do
It's all just fuckin' fuckin' fuckin' fuckin' shit
It's all just fuckin' fuckin' fuckin' fuckin' fuckin' shit
Try to keep me complacent by compounding your lies
But I'll be the one who's laughing when it's you who dies
Someday I'll see you bankrupt and bleeding out the rear
When your kingdom's been shattered and you've been fistfucked by a queer
It's all just fuckin' fuckin' fuckin' fuckin' shit
It's all just fuckin' fuckin' fuckin' fuckin' fuckin' shit
I won't work for you, take your job and jam it up your butt
I won't live my life out serving as your private slut
Don't put me down, don't call me names
Because as we speak, your restaurant's gone up in flames
It's all just fuckin' fuckin' fuckin' fuckin' shit
It's all just fuckin' fuckin' fuckin' fuckin' fuckin' shit