And I won't pick up the phone 'Cause they won't leave me alone They said I'm working late I'm already working too late They said "Can you stay till 9?" I said "But that's overtime" I'm fucking losing my mind Hate my job, I wanna quit They all treat me like I'm shit Pray to God for a pink slip Never goin' again I think I'd rather be dead Could you just take this fucking rock And bash me right in the head? I'm feeling 10 out of 10 With this hole in head Now I'm zoning in bed Don't ever call me again Hate my job, I wanna quit They all treat me like I'm shit Pray to God for a pink slip I won't ever work again