when I think of all the things that I could do with my day
life would be more productive if I did them my way,
finding solace in my run-down, lazy world.
now the money’s alright, but the days are too long
tell me how can you say what I’m doing is wrong,
just because I can’t accept what life’s unfurled.
now I’m piss-tested, ready, approved by the man and it seems like I don’t really care.
but I can’t find the cause, maybe character flaws, know my couch change will always be there.
no, I can’t get a job and I don’t want a job I’ll fester in my self-inflicted nowhere.
no I can’t get a job and I don’t want a job I’m satisfied without no work to get here.
I can’t get a job.
now I wander my house, on the verge of a daze,
there’s no food and I’m bored and my brain’s in a haze.
maybe 9 – 5 ain’t such a bad idea.
then I think of you sweating just to please your boss as I sit eating pizza in my boxer shorts
and I realize that I’m doing fine right here.
now I’m piss-tested, ready, approved by the man and it seems like I don’t really care.
but I can’t find the cause, maybe character flaws, know my couch change will always be there.
no, I can’t get a job and I don’t want a job I’ll fester in my self-inflicted nowhere.
no I can’t get a job and I don’t want a job I’m satisfied without no work to get here.
I can’t get a job.