Lyrics:

Fuckin' kids are whingein', they can't get a job
The photocopy repair man is a smarmy smart-arse knob
I've been runnin' this office for so long I can't recall
I gone and pissed thirty years up against a wall

I've gone and pissed thirty years up against a wall
I've gone and pissed thirty years up against a wall

'Good morning, Mr. Jenkins,' the office girls all say
'Gentlemen,' I tell the board the agenda for today
I play the part so desperately 'cause the truth so appalls
I gone and pissed thirty years up against a wall

The fingers that knot my tie are fat with some success
They tremble still so slightly, so far only I notice
In the far off wilderness, a lone hyena calls
I've gone and pissed thirty years up against a wall

Off I go to the men's room for the seventh time today
My bladder no longer hears me, no matter what I say
I count the tiles in front of me and wait for the trickle to fall
I gone and pissed thirty years up against a fuckin' wall

I've gone and pissed thirty years up against a wall
I've gone and pissed thirty years up against a wall

(Thirty years) I've gone and pissed thirty years up against a wall
(Thirty years) I've gone and pissed thirty years up against a wall
(Thirty years) I've gone and pissed thirty years up against a wall
(Thirty years) I've gone and pissed thirty years up against a wall
(Thirty years) I've gone and pissed thirty years up against a wall
(Thirty years) I've gone and pissed thirty years up against a wall