歌词
And I won't pick up the phone
Cuz' they won't leave me alone
They said I'm working late
I'm already working till late
They said "Can you stay till 9?"
I said "But that's overtime."
I'm fucking losing my mind
Hate my job I wanna quit
They all treat me like I'm shit
Pray to God for a pink slip
Never going again
I think I'd rather be dead
Could you just take this fucking rock
And bash me right in the head
I'm feeling 10 out of 10
With this hole in head
Now I'm zoning in bed
Don't ever call me again
Hate my job I wanna quit
They all treat me like I'm shit
Pray to God for a pink slip
I won't ever work again