My day has been spoiled
I have to go to toil
I should have been a royal
Or found a lot of oil
Fuck toil
It makes my blood boil
I wanna put my boss in the soil
I guess I'm too loyal
My boss makes a hundred bucks every time I make nine
That's why I commit crime on company time
I do just enough work that I don't get sacked
Turns out everybody else can barely do that
I'm just trying to relax and enjoy my weekend
When I remember an email that I forgot to send
It's no wonder that I dream of mass murder fantasies
Toil and all its miseries, in my head rent free
My day has been spoiled
I have to go to toil
I should have been a royal
Or found a lot of oil
Fuck toil
It makes my blood boil
I wanna put my boss in the soil
I guess I'm too loyal
If you wanna win the rat race you gotta choose not to play
Too bad I will never leave this place, I'm addicted to my pay
Deep down I have always felt that I wanted to be free
Well I can only blame myself, drug of choice is salary
I don't want to work
I don't want to work
I don't want to work
I don't want to work