Letter Bomb - Live

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!



Credits
Writer(s): Morris, Hetson
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