I'm passing the big fans pointed at the trucks Filled with living things in crates wishing they were ducks Swimming in the pond a couple blocks from my house But, me? I have a job that I cannot do without And so I grit my teeth for 8 hours at a time Mom & dad said that's what you're assigned sometimes I'll have it your way I guess, I'll spend my better days in this shitty fucking place Grind me into the paste I'll have it your way I guess, I'll spend my better days in this shitty fucking place Grind me into the paste I'm stacking my boxes, they're full of body parts My alienation is off the charts And when I get home, I'm still a worthless motherfucker And, yeah, I blame the Bezos, the Gates, and the Zuckers And so I grit my teeth for 8 hours at a time I hear machines around me choppin' and I start to fantasize I'll have it your way I guess I'll spend my better days in this shitty fucking place Grind me into the paste I'll have it your way I guess I'll spend my better days in this shitty fucking place Grind me into the paste