Lyrics:

Hey! This for Mark fucking B. and John fucking O'Rourke.
And I can't say their full god damn names 'cause their fuckin' corporate shit are gonna sue my ass!
I'm tired, I'm frustrated, I'm full of shit, and I hate my fuckin' job!
While walking to work most every day I don't know what to do than fuck all day
And I'm at a fucking desk and I fucking had it at it 'n' all the rest
I hate my job! I hate my job!
I hate my job!
I hate it
wow
While walkin' to work and then fucking seeing 'em
I don't give a god damn or apology
You gonna fuck with me?
you're fucking arrogant
Gonna shoot my boss, god damn
I hate my job! I hate my job!
I hate it!
I hate the fuck out of it!
How 'bout you?
While walkin' to my desk, my boss 's sit' there
I don't know what to think
See 'Say you know what?'
Duh-da-da-da--never have no fun I wanna shoot my boss with a machine-gun
I hate my job! I hate my job!
I hate it!
I hate the fuck out of it!
How 'bout. what?
fuck!
hate it!