Lyrics:

I'm taking my life back, I'm leaving yours
I'm sick and tired of being hired to do someone else's chores

When weekend means nothing, there's something wrong
Work keeps me adrift in my sinking ship, I'm just floating along
I am a servant, you have the power
These shelves won't stack themselves for £5 an hour

Sometimes we have to do things we don't like to get by
But when it takes the place of your vocation in life you've got to go on strike

They say it's character building but I'm ten feet tall
With a mop in my hand and a badge on my chest, this ain't cool at all
I have big plans, aspirations galore
In order to achieve, I've got to leave
Someone else can mop this floor