Lyrics:

The fucking kids are whingeing
They cant get a job;
The photocopy repair man
Is a smarmy smartarse knob;
Ive been running this office
For so long I cant recall -
Ive gone and pissed thirty years
Up against a wall.

Ive gone and pissed thirty years up against a wall.
Ive 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
Because the truth so appalls:
Ive 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:
Ive gone and pissed thirty years
Up against a wall.

Off I go to the mens 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:
Ive gone and pissed thirty years
Up against a fucking wall.

Ive gone and pissed thirty years up against a wall. (x8)