Jobs Schmobs - Bomb The Music Industry!

At a desk in a room that’s always too hot or cold

At a computer where you’re starting to lose your soul

With a wage that they pay to keep you from ten to six

At 7:30, man you’re starting to lose your shit, you’re stuck all night

With a boss who’s in love with nobody but herself

An army of washed-up musicians sit on her shelf

Patronizing, taking her problems out on you

While you do the work that she’s too lazy to, do you like it now?

When the world, when the world gets half away from you

You can go half a world away

When the world, when the world gets half away from you

You can go half a world away

All you need is two weeks

Two weeks, two weeks

You can’t leave or go to lunch, you have no health insurance

Two weeks vacation and you haven’t been let off since

Suffer through the insufferably boring days

You show up early and your boss always shows up, «Later suckers,» you’ll say

And your friends with their brains say that you cannot go back

If you move on your music business degree is trashed

Soon we’ll be on the road though and soon we’ll be driving fast

So when your boss starts to cry, do your best not to laugh

When the world, when the world gets half away from you

You can go half a world away

When the world and your friends and your job and your ends and your whole damn

life starts to get away from you

You can go half a world away

All you need is two weeks

Two weeks, two weeks

Two weeks, fuck the world