Oh, got tired
Everyday was the same
Right up until I got fired
No more of the same
No more of the same thing
No more of the same
No more of the same thing
Hit the street
Time holding people in potholes
I just got fired, tired of working for assholes
If I lasted a little bit longer I would've quit
But it's three weeks till' Christmas
And I wanna buy my girlfriend a gift
Oh well, oh well
It's for the better I can tell, I can tell, I can tell
I guess I don't respond well to middle management
Most of them are spineless little bastards
With a grudge against anyone like me
Who won't put with an attitude
Monkeys pinchin' pennies tellin' me what to do
I'm tired of working for assholes
I'm tired of working for assholes
I'm tired of working for assholes
I'm tired of working for assholes
I'm tired of working for assholes
I'm tired of working for assholes
I could understand a little better
If your rubbin' Trump Tower
But you turning into monsters for ten bucks an hour
You're cowards
Like monkeys with whips
I make a buck less than you and you want me to do backflips
Nah, you're mistaken
Gotta bring home the bacon
But it's not worth the shit I'm takin'
The smiles you're fakin'
I'm sure I have my price
But it's more than nine-75
Oh, got tired
Everyday was the same
Right up until I got fired
Woah, oh, got tired
Everyday was the same
Right up until I got fired
No more of the same
No more of the same thing
No more of the same
No more of the same thing
I know I'm too broke, but I need a vacation
I could save up some money but I'm way too impatient
I know that a weekend away's within my reach
Cause Sankey's got a buddy who can put me in a room on the beach
No fee, no fee
Just food and gasoline, gasoline, gasoline
Just gotta hop a couple hurdles that could make it hard
A small check, ensure to register my car
I know I'll just put it on a credit card
Get a job, make minimum payments till' the tours start
I'm tired of working for assholes
I'm tired of working for assholes
I'm tired of working for assholes
I'm tired of working for assholes
I'm tired of working for assholes
I'm tired of working for assholes
Ah, freedom at last
I got a pack of cigarettes at twelve pack a pence
And I'm all set with the materials I need to forget
I told my girlfriend the news and she isn't even upset
She's the best, bless her little soul
When she gets home, dinner's ready and I'll pack her a bow
I'll pack my lady a bow
Woah, oh, got tired
Everyday was the same
Right up until I got fired
Woah, oh, got tired
Everyday was the same
Right up until I got fired
No more of the same
No more of the same thing
No more of the same
No more of the same thing
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