Cursive "Ten Percent to the Ten Percent" |
ou seemed like such a smart young man. Your father's got a lot of friends. We didn't bother to check your references. We're a successful company with endless opportunity So why must you shit where you eat?" It all started out in the warehouse. Watching the stock, watching the clock Taking shots from a flask of scotch My first evaluation came Remarkably, they sang my praise: "Keep up the pace, you could see a raise in pay." This seemed like a good challenge to me So I started a game of craps in the back alley What better way to sublet minimum wage? Despite these fits of debauchery, the managers failed to notice me So what the fuck? I started stealing things Once inventory rolled around, a few SKU items could not be found. Some DVD's and a widescreen TV. "We'll dock these items from your pay and we expect you to finish out the day Your father must be so ashamed." Fuck you and your job And I'll shit I want This country's gonna go out with a bang This country's heading for Dependence Day So lay out your blankets and wait for the fireworks display You're restless, deported Your job keeps you broke So get in the ring You just ran out of rope I'll give ten percent to the ten percent Lyric from www.lyricmania.com |