tired of being bossed around   getting the run around      sweep your floors   empty your trash   you're the one who makes the cash      tired of being a pissant   9 to 5   open my letter   you won't be alive      here's a present just for you   when you'll open it   you'll be through      sit behind your desk   act like a king   treat me like a human beeing      give me the worst jobs   i'm getting mad   when you're dead   i'll be glad      here's a present just for you   when you'll open it   you'll be through      plastic explosive   on your letter   you'd be better off dead   hope the building crumbles,   on your head   DIE!DIE!