Boss Man

Boss makes a dollar and I make a dime
This is why I'll shoot him dead on company time

I'm so broke beyond belief
And it costs money to even breathe
What am I supposed to do, unlive?
It's easy for you to say, isn't it?

I couldn't possibly be more in debt
I won't have a dime in my deathbed
No need to discuss why in depth
You already know, don't you, boss man?

It's us that have skin in the game
And the deck is stacked against us
Hard work never really pays off
Born rich or don't bother at all

You work your fingers to the bone
And all he ever does is fuck all
The question resounds in your guts
Who died and made HIM the boss?

There's one bullet in the chamber
And it has your name on it
Doesn't matter if you like it or not
Your skull will shatter to bits

It'll be my very last favor
I know you prefer death to labor
I've always seen the fear in your eyes
That one day you'll end up as one of us!

It's us that have skin in the game
And the deck is stacked against us
Hard work never really pays off
Born rich or don't bother at all

You work your fingers to the bone
And all he ever does is fuck all
But you can feel it in your guts
When he dies, we'll all be the boss!