Ten Percent to the Ten Percent

You seemed like such a smart young man
And your Father’s got a lot of friends
We didn’t bother to check your references
We’re a successful company
With endless opportunity
So why must you shit where you eat?
It all started out in the warehouse
Watching the stock, watching the clock
Taking shots from a flask of scotch
My first evaluation came
Remarkably they sang my praise
«Keep up the pace. You could see a raise in pay.»
This seemed like a good challenge to me
So I started a game of craps in the back alley
What better way to supplement minimum wage
Despite these bits of debauchery
The managers failed to notice me
So what the fuck?
I started stealing things
Once inventory rolled around
A few sku items could not be found
Some DVD’s and a wide screen TV
«We'll dock these items from your pay
We expect you to finish out the day
Your father must be so ashamed.»
Fuck you and your job
And I’ll shit where I want
This country is gonna go out with a bang
This country is headed for Dependence Day
So lay out your blankets and wait for the fireworks display
You’re restless, devoid, and your job keeps you broke
Big Business booms and makes sure that we don’t
So get in the ring, you just ran out of rope
I’ll give ten percent to the ten percent
Now hand me those classifieds