Right, I can't keep quiet about this anymore It's time to tell a heavy story I highly doubt you're ready for I work far harder than my boss, so why the hell am I very poor? This isn't cooperation, it's corporation and now I'm ready for war I'm terribly bored of getting the short straw, there better be more But the chance of them ever giving voluntarily's extraordinarily small I'm the breadwinner, yet I'm barely even fed dinner Your belly gets bigger daily, while I'm simultaneously spread thinner We're in a wild Garden of Eden, and I'm redeeming my right to freedom Rather than being stuck at the arse end of the hierarchy of needs A middle management amateur like you doesn't deserve my talents So I'm about to readjust my work life balance I'm on strike, and it might just be a long night We ain't staying in center parks, so once it's dark, it's on sight Smoke you like a bong pipe 'till your camp site's a bomb site I've come to right wrongs for all the times you've wronged rights They say it's quiet quitting, I'd say that's quite fitting Throwing lines out that go deep, bruv, I ain't fly fishing You're making my ears bleed, so why would I listen? This dead end career you give me here really interferes with my mission Prior to this position I was alive and kicking Now the mindless shit never stops like the Bit in Family Guy of Griffin fighting a giant chicken I'm stuck in a permanent loop of nothing but working with you Though I look as if I'm enjoying employment, it couldn't be further from truth I'm a sentient human, internally fuming at that bloody goon I'm subservient to I never intended to do this, you're never ending to do list When did defending the right to retirement by seventy become hubris? This isn't mean to be humorous, we're leaving the legacy boomers Literally left them accused us Of lethargy and neglecting the future What the heck? It was you, bruh? "But it said on the news, so it's definitely true, look" Less of the rumours Perhaps, when millenials stop Picking up your slack, the penny will drop Then you'll realise your menial job Could have been done by any old fuck I'm on strike, and it might just be a long night We ain't staying in center parks, so once it's dark, it's on sight Smoke you like a bong pipe 'till your camp site's a bomb site I've come to right wrongs for all the times you've wronged rights If I'm only supposed to be having avocado toast Tell me why I'm cooking up such a bloody barbaric roast I'm not one to brag boast, don't want the aggro But I'm just that close to snapping, though, I've got to act, bro My family's concerned at having not heard a word, I've just disappeared without contact How can I? I'm working twenty four seven out here on zero hour contract I'm about to dip and not come back, fun fact: You're such a pain in the arse, little prick, I feel like I'm sitting on thumbtacks I'm not doing a favour, so you should have paid up for the use of my labour Straight up, don't you think it's strange how Lucre can change a Luke into Vader? Well, I'm rebelling like mutinous sailors, duel of the fates and my union's a sabre Or you could just say, a truly irrefusable new opportunity came up I'm on strike, and it might just be a long night We ain't staying in center parks, so once it's dark, it's on sight Smoke you like a bong pipe 'till your camp site's a bomb site I've come to right wrongs for all the times you've wronged rights