My arms are worn out
And I'm getting fucking knackered
I'd like to scream and shout
But, alas, I'm way too taciturn
They tell me "You should work hard to make a decent wage."
But I refuse to be trapped in a capitalistic cage
The same folks who preach to me are dying of old age,
Hoping they get paid in a few more days
So I'll bide my time
In between of making rhymes
While you stroke your dick of a boss
I'll be rubbing mine
(because I'm bored)
And I'm getting fucking knackered
I'd like to scream and shout
But, alas, I'm way too taciturn
They tell me "You should work hard to make a decent wage."
But I refuse to be trapped in a capitalistic cage
The same folks who preach to me are dying of old age,
Hoping they get paid in a few more days
So I'll bide my time
In between of making rhymes
While you stroke your dick of a boss
I'll be rubbing mine
(because I'm bored)
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