CHORUS x4 Work is so shit/ Get me out of this office/ This place is so full of dicks/ I don’t know why I don’t quit/ (I said that) Work is so shit… So I gibbed it off/ They laughed a bit, “he’s off to do his hippy hop”/ …Flippin nobs, this is exactly what I mean/ You’ve got some proper work done, I’ve got some proper dreams/ Don’t really want to scheme from behind a computer screen/ Could be out there in the real world successfully being me/ But money is the problem there with all of that/ So if you’re still stuck in there learn alt and tab/ Quick trick to help you avoid your soulless acts/ Carve your dreams from their tablets then call a cab/ Only thing some jobs are good for is financing your idea/ So let me tell you quite clear, don’t waste your cash on Ikea/ Or an extra five beers on a Friday night, dear/ Get your mind in gear, why you in here?/ First answer is you love it and you’d never leave your job/ I can’t argue with that, and you don’t need this song/ Second is you don’t know what you wanna do/ You don’t hate the job, it’s ok, but not for you/ Third is you hate your job and it’s not what you need/ And by now you should know my thoughts on that: you gotta leave// CHORUS x2 Work is so shit…/ It’s quite alarming/ Companies are too big when they need an HR department/ And you’re no longer a person you’re an allocated resource/ They might depend on you but you’re expendable, of course/ More people hate their jobs in big offices but gotta live for the promises that one day they might be bosseses/ “Congrats you’re now a bosseses, your first act as leader?/ Take instructions from above and pass it on beneath ya”/ That sounds familiar, but they’ll be willing ya to carry on ‘till they’re killing ya/ Take your work home and let it fill in the/ Gaps…between sleeping and eating/ And you can manage eating and working, I seen you this evening/ Microwaving summat and returning to your spreadsheet/ But only cos you’re scared of ending up a deadbeat/ Correct me if I’m wrong but I’m not…/ Stress-related illnesses are not to be mocked/ But yet, people are still wanting the job/ Knowing full well it might kill them off/ What the hell is wrong with you dumb guys?/ Be done with that bullshite/ Didn’t anybody say you’ve got one life?!// CHORUS x2 Work is so shit…/ And I feel for you/ The worst stress is in public servitude/ Teachers and doctors dreaming to offer/ Human beings an option but our government is squeezing them often/ I guess these are the problems: if you’re unhappy you quit/ Then a public service is declared bad and unfit/ And it gets dissected, sold off and privatised/ And you might get a job – there – with a nicer rise/ Cos you just want to help people, and I’d advise/ You do the best for you, cos life’s a prize/ But to the…pieces of crap who didn’t see what we had/ And only did it all for some indecent reason like cash/ You are the worst type of scum, cos you see the vulnerable/ And expect them to sort themselves out, you’re full of bull/ One job where you should make the world better is politician/ If you don’t like what you do, why don’t you quit then?// CHORUS x2 (Work is so shit)