See this shirt? See this tie? See these cheeks? They’re puckered wide
I’m a real employable guy
My desperation is the edge I’m wrapped around
like every other jobseeker in this town
I wasted time shirking, now I’m poor
but I don’t mind working any more, no more
Put me in an office where it’s nice and warm
’cause I don’t mind working any more
I’m the perfect applicant, by which I mean
I work independently, or as part of a team
I’ve read Das Kapital, and I’m OK with it
The system seems to work, why would I want to play with it?
Ask me my beliefs, I’ll say they’re yours
’cause I don’t mind working any more, no more
You won’t hear me utter phrases like class war
’cause I don’t mind working any more
So if you want me to drink ink, I’ll say I’m thirsty
I’ll eat toner ’til my stomach turns over
and when the Winter comes, who needs the sunlight?
Neon is the nearest and the nicest thing
Subservient to you, once I walk through the door
My blood aint blue, you’ll see it hit the floor
when I’m slicing up my veins with letter headed A4
’cause I don’t mind working any more
