My Boss is a Dick Lyrics

I hope you get struck by a fucking truck

I hope you have nothing but bad luck

You're going to burn in fucking hell for this shit

Well there ain't no hell... but that's where you're headed

You want to say that I'm fucking trouble?! Well I

I hope you drown in a fucking puddle

I want to feel your windpipe tightening

I fucking hope that you get struck by lightning

I hope your life is fucking mediocre

Get shot in the spine, photographed by the joker

How dare you talk to me this way

I hope that you get paid what I get paid

The true measure of wealth, well it's the measure of labor

But we know that in America you never get what you pay for

Pissing on your coffin six feet underground

It's the only time I'd advocate for trickle down

Fuck this, My boss is a dick

Fuck this, My boss is a dick

Fuck this, My boss is a dick

I'm working in the walking dick apocalypse

I hope you have to work a service job

Where nobody tips and every patron's a slob

I hope somebody yelps in a review

And you get written up

But it wasn't even you

I know you only have to pay a fine while

The varied proletariat are doing time

So, thus! I hope you get bit by a snake

And fucking die in a fucking earthquake

I hope your private fucking jet

Fucking crashes into your tasteless

Fucking mansion in the motherfucking Hamptons

How dare you talk to me this way

I'd cut off your head for the minimum wage

The true measure of wealth, well it's the measure of labor

But we know that in America you never get what you pay for

Pissing on your coffin six feet underground

It's the only time I'd advocate for trickle down

Fuck this, my boss is a dick

Fuck this, my boss is a dick

Fuck this, my boss is a dick

I'm working in the walking dick apocalypse

Hell yea my boss is a dick

Hell yea my boss is a dick

Hell yea my boss is a dick

That limp dick fuck face capitalist

Most of all I hope that you don't come to work today

You know this labor's not so bad I don't mind working getting paid

It's the shitty way you walk around with all your daddy's cash

Treating people like commodities, commodities like trash

You see right through them

I see right through you

You follow your money

I follow myself