You seemed like such a smart young man.
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And your Fathers got a lot of friends.
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We didn't bother to check your references.
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We're a successful company.
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With endless opportunity.
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So why must you shit where you eat?
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It all started out in the warehouse.
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Watching the stock watching the clock.
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Taking shots from a flask of scotch.
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My first evaluation came.
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Remarkably they sang my praise.
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"Keep up the pace. You could see a raise in pay."
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This seemed like a good challenge to me.
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So I started a game of craps in the back alley.
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What better way to supplement minimum wage.
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Despite these bits of debauchery,
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The managers failed to notice me.
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So what the fuck?
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I started stealing things.
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Once inventory rolled around
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A few sku items could not be found.
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Some DVD's and a wide screen TV.
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"We'll dock these items from your pay.
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We expect you to finish out the day.
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Your father must be so ashamed."
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Fuck you and your job.
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And I'll shit where I want.
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This country is gonna go out with a bang.
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This country is headed for Dependence Day.
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So lay out your blanket and wait for the fireworks display.
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You're restless devoided your job keeps you broke.
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Big Business booms and makes sure that we don't.
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So get in the ring, you just ran out of rope.
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I'll give ten percent to the ten percent.
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Now hand me those classifieds.
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Ten Percent To The Ten Percent
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