So..you want the benefits?
Want the pensions..
But they just don't want to work for you
Who the hell you think I am?
Well he's a well-dressed man
with his well-pressed pants
Buying ethical funds, crushing helpless ants
Walking like he won the sweepstakes
Carrying his briefcase
Wonder if his wife liked marrying this cheapskate?
But he's great to talk to
if youre wearing a suit too
I'd spend a second pretending to be caring what you do
But you knew, as I do, thats whos who suicidal
He's the face behind the desk
Who will choose to deny you
A chance to taste a paradise appetize
...pair of eyes at the sky
Compassion love....
500 dollar shoes and a McIntosh heart
Laughing softly, just waxing lobbies
pretending i dont notice him, acting s*****
just the mopping the floors here
and i've been here four years
before this i was..pour beers
down your throats, go home and beat your wives
i've heard all your stories, you can keep your lies
and keep your "Hi's" and "Hello's" and "Goodbyes"
and your condenscending point of view, sir.
Who the hell you think I am?
(No respect, no work ethic)
I thank God for what I've got
but I take what I can get
I trade away my time and talents
trying to balance paychecks
...i'm find it hard to stay alive
but how many will survive?
So I drive from 9-5 for a minimum wage
And in this blue collar charade
i just seem to get played
i'm afraid you think nothing of it
i'm just a work force puppet
the part is boiling over
i'm at the point of saying f*** it!
but love it, or leave it
its life as we perceive it
believing it or not we all work as if we need it
it seems that respect is at an all time low
not... but we all trying to grow
And i may only be a stones throw
from where i'm trying to go
but these seeds we need to sow before we achieve goals
and the older i turn the more i thirst to learn
yet the less the day i earn
curse the work in hell i burn
Who the hell you think I am?
(Give up your breaks, give up your personal freedoms)
Why we all try to break thread
but its hard to stay fit
another large number paycheck today gets wasted
amazed at the haste at which we pass day to day
dreaming of the things we'd do if had major pay
slave away as a star play the game and live large
I once hit stars as a kid, now we are..
grown folk, with our own hopes and goals now
so bother..
hope to slow down, provoke the whole town
the hard to felt dreams, of these jobs we hold down
so hope to...frown don't be a nerdy clerk
who the hell you think i am?
do your own dirty work!
Who the hell you think I am?
Theres a million and one other people out there.
just like you. Just like me right?
Yeah, I'm sorry I couldn't make you happy sir, mayb- you want..you want me to, you want me to get off my break, and stop eating maybe, shine this floor up nice for you, just you know, take some pride in my work, or you know, make you look more happy
..Get your belongings and leave..
Leave?
Or security will have to escort you...
Escort? What? f*** you man, I quit!
Want the pensions..
But they just don't want to work for you
Who the hell you think I am?
Well he's a well-dressed man
with his well-pressed pants
Buying ethical funds, crushing helpless ants
Walking like he won the sweepstakes
Carrying his briefcase
Wonder if his wife liked marrying this cheapskate?
But he's great to talk to
if youre wearing a suit too
I'd spend a second pretending to be caring what you do
But you knew, as I do, thats whos who suicidal
He's the face behind the desk
Who will choose to deny you
A chance to taste a paradise appetize
...pair of eyes at the sky
Compassion love....
500 dollar shoes and a McIntosh heart
Laughing softly, just waxing lobbies
pretending i dont notice him, acting s*****
just the mopping the floors here
and i've been here four years
before this i was..pour beers
down your throats, go home and beat your wives
i've heard all your stories, you can keep your lies
and keep your "Hi's" and "Hello's" and "Goodbyes"
and your condenscending point of view, sir.
Who the hell you think I am?
(No respect, no work ethic)
I thank God for what I've got
but I take what I can get
I trade away my time and talents
trying to balance paychecks
...i'm find it hard to stay alive
but how many will survive?
So I drive from 9-5 for a minimum wage
And in this blue collar charade
i just seem to get played
i'm afraid you think nothing of it
i'm just a work force puppet
the part is boiling over
i'm at the point of saying f*** it!
but love it, or leave it
its life as we perceive it
believing it or not we all work as if we need it
it seems that respect is at an all time low
not... but we all trying to grow
And i may only be a stones throw
from where i'm trying to go
but these seeds we need to sow before we achieve goals
and the older i turn the more i thirst to learn
yet the less the day i earn
curse the work in hell i burn
Who the hell you think I am?
(Give up your breaks, give up your personal freedoms)
Why we all try to break thread
but its hard to stay fit
another large number paycheck today gets wasted
amazed at the haste at which we pass day to day
dreaming of the things we'd do if had major pay
slave away as a star play the game and live large
I once hit stars as a kid, now we are..
grown folk, with our own hopes and goals now
so bother..
hope to slow down, provoke the whole town
the hard to felt dreams, of these jobs we hold down
so hope to...frown don't be a nerdy clerk
who the hell you think i am?
do your own dirty work!
Who the hell you think I am?
Theres a million and one other people out there.
just like you. Just like me right?
Yeah, I'm sorry I couldn't make you happy sir, mayb- you want..you want me to, you want me to get off my break, and stop eating maybe, shine this floor up nice for you, just you know, take some pride in my work, or you know, make you look more happy
..Get your belongings and leave..
Leave?
Or security will have to escort you...
Escort? What? f*** you man, I quit!