Ten Percent to the Ten Percent
You seemed like such a smart young man
Your father's got a lot of friends
I didn't bother to check your references
We're a successful company with endless opportunity
So why must you shit where you eat?
It all started out in the warehouse
Watching the stock, watching the clock
Taking shots from a flask of scotch
My first evaluation came
Remarkably they sang my praise
"Keep up the pace, you could see a raise in pay"
This seemed like a good challenge to me
So I started a game of craps in the back alley
What better way to supplement minimum wage?
Despite these fits of debauchery
The managers failed to notice me
So, what the fuck, I started stealing things
Once inventory rolled around
A few skew items could not be found
Some DVD's and a wide screen TV
"We'll dock these items from your pay
We expect you to finish out the day
Your father must be so ashamed"
Fuck you and your job
And I'll shit where I want
This country's going to go out with a bang
This country's headed for Dependence Day
So lay out your blankets and wait for the fireworks' display
You're restless and bored and your job keeps you broke
Big Business booms to make sure that we don't
So get in the ring, you just ran out of rope
I'll give ten percent to the ten percent
(I'll give ten percent)
Hand me those classifieds