Off Base
10-25-06, 02:23 PM
wrote this at work the other day...
Damn work's making my eyes bleary,
Destroying vision, sighs clearly
From the yawns, spawn of the icons,
They want a nice pawn that doesn't fight wrongs,
I type long until my fingertips bleed,
Leaving trails from the cords until I'm ripped free,
Waiting for the lunchbreak to have a bunt cake,
And conversate on who the bosses tongue ate,
Fearing Sundays and the collapse of freedom,
Imagining competing in the coliseum
Would be better than this, fighting for life,
Rather be stabbing a spear than riding the Pike,
Writhing in hype, losing sleep for deadlines
It’s like everyone at work is just in a dead line,
Waiting for their end time, so why not make it faster,
Coming with the vengeance of my sacred blaster…
Chorus:
I'm Killin' Time,
Can't take this anymore
It's Killin' Time,
Blasting AKs at the door...
Bob always asks me if I got a case of the Mondays,
So I cut him to a blob and pushed him into the base of a Hyundai,
Then there’s Jane who always finds someone to blame,
I left her in chains, a leper in pain, food set out of range,
Tom who lives with his mom, suck up to the boss,
So I threw him with a bomb, in the fan of the exhaust,
Jill loves to talk on and on, she can never be quiet,
Ripped out her vocal box, her own cord strangled her silent,
Now Chuck who always got luck, the biggest raise and office,
Tied him to his desk and lit a blaze with his profits,
Melissa the *****er, fake tan she’s always complaining,
So I taped up her mouth and left her flaming turning to a raisin,
Clint who looks like a gimp, always gotta be an asshole,
Dropped him on top of the flag pole to see how far that go,
Then stormed in the boardroom, knocked ‘em out by 4 by 4s,
Handcuffed them all with a saw, TPS reports under for their nice floors…
Damn work's making my eyes bleary,
Destroying vision, sighs clearly
From the yawns, spawn of the icons,
They want a nice pawn that doesn't fight wrongs,
I type long until my fingertips bleed,
Leaving trails from the cords until I'm ripped free,
Waiting for the lunchbreak to have a bunt cake,
And conversate on who the bosses tongue ate,
Fearing Sundays and the collapse of freedom,
Imagining competing in the coliseum
Would be better than this, fighting for life,
Rather be stabbing a spear than riding the Pike,
Writhing in hype, losing sleep for deadlines
It’s like everyone at work is just in a dead line,
Waiting for their end time, so why not make it faster,
Coming with the vengeance of my sacred blaster…
Chorus:
I'm Killin' Time,
Can't take this anymore
It's Killin' Time,
Blasting AKs at the door...
Bob always asks me if I got a case of the Mondays,
So I cut him to a blob and pushed him into the base of a Hyundai,
Then there’s Jane who always finds someone to blame,
I left her in chains, a leper in pain, food set out of range,
Tom who lives with his mom, suck up to the boss,
So I threw him with a bomb, in the fan of the exhaust,
Jill loves to talk on and on, she can never be quiet,
Ripped out her vocal box, her own cord strangled her silent,
Now Chuck who always got luck, the biggest raise and office,
Tied him to his desk and lit a blaze with his profits,
Melissa the *****er, fake tan she’s always complaining,
So I taped up her mouth and left her flaming turning to a raisin,
Clint who looks like a gimp, always gotta be an asshole,
Dropped him on top of the flag pole to see how far that go,
Then stormed in the boardroom, knocked ‘em out by 4 by 4s,
Handcuffed them all with a saw, TPS reports under for their nice floors…