I Hate My Job

I go to work every morning at eight
When I get there at nine, I am two hours late
Disappointing people must be my fate
I can't wait 'til I quit this job that I hate

The work is done, everybody is sore
When the manager yells "You gotta work some more"
I hate this man really deep in my core
I wonder every day, what am I doing this for

I'm going mad
It's really bad
I wanna kick in the manager's head

Growing fear
Between the ear
I really need to get out of here
I really need to get out of here

I hate my job
You know it's true
I hate the boss and I hate the crew
I hate my job
I hate my job
I hate my job

I wanna quit, but without any cash
I would have to eat all of my meals from the trash
And I would have to go and live in a tent
And I won't have to worry 'bout paying no rent

I'll spent a lot of time expanding my brain
I'll be able to fly through the astral plane
I'll be the most enlightened person on earth
I will know what goes on between death and birth

I'll write a book and I'll star in the movie
My life will be oh so groovy
I will be free of psychological pain
I'll find the manager and drown him in champagne
I think I need to get out again
I think I need to get out again

I hate my job
I really do
I hate my job and I hate yours too
I hate my job
I hate my job
I hate my job

I hate my job
I've seen it through
I need a change, I am overdue
I hate my job
I hate my job
I hate my job



Credits
Writer(s): Andy Bouderij
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