"If you got time to lean, then you got time to clean" is what they told me
But they don't own me, they just own the only thing that's keeping me alive
They swear that's not a threat, 'cause I could always starve to death
I guess I'll pledge allegiance to the paycheck
So I'll sign the dotted line, cross my T's and dot my I's
Say, "The customer's always right," cross my heart, hope to die
I'll turn my frown upside down, lock my knees till I pass out
Sold my soul for the payroll, just don't ask me why, 'cause
I don't know, I just work here, I suppose
I don't care, you can burn it down as far as I'm concerned
Call it apathy, or maybe I'm just lazy
I don't know, but it's still me, myself, and I against the world
Me, myself, and I against the world
Maybe I'll win the lottery, buy myself a lobotomy
Scoop out my brains, and maybe then
I'll blend right in with management
Pretty, rich, or talented, you need two to make it
I guess I'll just pledge allegiance to the paycheck
So I'll sign the dotted line, cross my T's and dot my I's
Say, "The customer's always right," cross my heart, hope to die
I'll turn my frown upside down, lock my knees till I pass out
Sold my soul for the payroll, just don't ask me why, 'cause
I don't know, I just work here, I suppose
I don't care, you can burn it down as far as I'm concerned
Call it apathy, or maybe I'm just lazy
I don't know, but it's still me, myself, and I against the world
Me, myself, and I against the world
They'll say, "That's just the way the real world works
Everything's supposed to hurt"
They idolize self-sacrifice and demonize self-worth
And all the while, they'll just sit back and ask why no one wants to work
And we'll all have a hardy laugh
Roll our eyes and catch our breath
And all together with our chest
Send it back and tell them
I don't know, I just work here, I suppose
I don't care, you can burn it down as far as I'm concerned
Call it apathy, or maybe I'm just lazy
I don't know, but it's still me, myself, and I against the world
Me, myself, and I against the world
So I'll sign the dotted line, I'll cross my T's and dot my I's
Say, "The customer's always right", cross my heart, hope to die
I'll turn my frown upside down, lock my knees till I pass out
Sold my soul for the payroll
Just don't ask me why, 'cause I don't know
