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My wife looked through a bunch of this site
and said I was coming off as angry looking for something to bite
I’m not really angry, annoyed possibly
with a job and some clients that i have to please
I’m ok though because i’m not stuck here for ever
i’m going to move on and break free but my ties I wont sever
I’ll start my own business and work like a dog
then my recent experience will seem like a fog
I’ll be self sufficient and that’s really the key
because when I earn my own bread is when i’ll be free.
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My client said “You didn’t do anything for us” and I want this month for free
The client obviously doesnt care what I do and what he does to me
For him, one little project takes forever
because he makes so many revisions it’s such a terror
Just when you think you are all done
He makes new changes and we’re back at stage one
I put in 60 hour weeks to do everything he demands of me
but it doesnt count because he trashes it all and refuses to pay the fee.
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How much is your sanity really worth to you?
If it means selling your soul and your free time too
Money is great and makes the world go round
but in my dreams, it’s my boss i do pound.
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Would you rather work for the devil and have money to pay your bills
or starve each day having a clean conscious and not having to pop pills?
That’s the difference between working for my client or quiting
hey, i might be able to make a living with a job babysitting.
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I’m trying to figure out how to speak to an irrational psychopath
without telling him where to go or to jump in the bath
He doesn’t understand how the world goes round
but he blames everything on me because he likes his voice’s sound
Well that’s what a client can do when he pays the bill
and that’s why i’m determined to quit before I make the kill
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This one goes out to the job I loved
This one goes out to the job I left behind
Now i’m stuck forever doing time
This one goes out to the job I loved
It’s amazing how much meaning something can have by changing a few simple words. Have you ever made the wrong career choice and gotten stuck in a dead end job?
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Making money makes me sick
but really it’s the only thing that makes me tick
I live for my paycheck, my bonus and raise
i’ll pretty much do anything that pays
Truth be told, i’d rather not work
but then i’d be giving up all of my perks
the car, the house, the kids and the wife
cause you can’t hold onto anything without the tool that pays for life
its money, its green and can give you a high
but to tell you the truth it’s just a big lie
you don’t need money to do anything at all
But you can take my word for it or not, it’s your call
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Who remembers a good old summer vacation
Which now lies to rest in our imagination
Of good times that we had and places we want to go
Way back when, when the good times did flow
Now we are stuck at a desk at our occupation
Making money just to dream about other parts of the nation
Does it make sense to work every day of the year
not at all but we’re driven by fear
That we wont have that vacation that we always dreamed of
when we retire at the age of 65 or above.
Let me tell you a secret you might not know
even if you can retire at 65, the vacation will probably never show
So do yourself a favor and give yourself a break
take off a week and sit by the lake
enjoy the time you have now and forget about when you retire
because retiring in 40 years is not something to aspire
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Have you ever been stuck in a dead end job?
You work in a cubicle with a guy named Bob
going over the same types of reports each day
just dreaming of a chance to get away
I’m not in that position, no siree
My cubicle neighbor’s name is not Bob you see.
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For a stupid paycheck, I sold my soul
putting in 100 hour weeks is my toll
I’d be so much better off outside of these walls
I feels it each time I take a walk in the halls
I need freedom and space and time to think
I need to get away because i’m starting to stink
i’d spend more time with my family and friends
and for all the lost time i will make amends
i’ll travel and golf and smell the flowers too
Oh there is a whole world of things I will do
I’ll eat right and excersize and shed some pounds
and then go out with friends and drink a few rounds
I’ll sleep in in the morning and go to sleep late at night
and never again have to put up with the get out of bed fight
But I better stop dreaming the boss is back
and I’m addicted to my paycheck like a guy addicted to crack
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