Lyrics: Circle Jerks (The). Wild In The Streets. Letter Bomb.

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!