Tired of being bossed around
Getting the run around

Sweep your floors
Empty your trash
You're the one who makes the cash

Tired of being a pissant
9 to 5
Open my letter
You won't be alive

Here's a present just for you
When you'll open it
You'll be through

Sit behind your desk
Act like a king
Treat me like a human being

Give me the worst jobs
I'm getting mad
When you're dead
I'll be glad

Here's a present just for you
When you'll open it
You'll be through

Plastic explosive
On your letter
You'd be better off dead
Hope the building crumbles
On your head
Die! Die!