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Pee On Company Time

Boss makes a dollar,
You make a dime.
Body is weary,
Eyes have lost their shine.
 
Clap, Clap, Mr. Bossman,
You've really done it this time.
They won't say "Yes, sir!"  
We know it's not so 'fine'.
 
Grind, Grind go the axes,
You've nothing left to take.
Maybe you should have changed
Before it was too late!
 
Boss makes a dollar,
You waste your time.
Shout if you can hear me!
Urban slavery's not a pastime!
 
Tick Tick Tock.
'Round goes the clock!
Sooner or later,
You'll find the chopping block!
 
Tick Tick Tock.
'Round goes the clock!
Sooner or later,
You'll find the chopping block!

 
Clack, Clack, they're coming down this way
Be - Be quiet, quiet as a mime
I've only got one thing left to say;
Your ass is grass and it's mowing time.
 
Boss made a dollar,
You had a good time.
Body is weary
Mr. Bossman's not so fine.
Written by themothmanmakes
Published | Edited 11th Mar 2020
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