This bitch from the bank had the gall to ask when I want to retire, 59 or 67. Bitch, RIGHT FUCKING NOW.
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YOU ASK MY RETIREMENT AGE
OLD AND GRAY OR OLDER AND DECAYED
BITCH PLEASE IF I HAD IT MY WAY
I WOULD NOT WORK ONE MORE FUCKING DAY
WORK WORK WORK DIE
WORK WORK WORK DIE
WORK WORK WORK DIE
WHY
WORK HARDER TO GET A PROMOTION
WHAT DO I GET FOR ALL MY DEVOTION
GET A LOAD OF THIS FUCKING NOTION
MORE FUCKING WORK AND MORE FUCKING COMMOTION
WORK WORK WORK DIE
WORK WORK WORK DIE
WORK WORK WORK DIE
WHY
GET YOU A WIFE AND A COUPLE OF KIDS
SPEND ALL YOUR TIME BETWEEN THEM AND THE BIZ
NO TIME FOR HOBBIES AND NO TIME TO LIVE
RETIRE NOW WHAT YOU BARELY EXIST
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WORK WORK WORK DIE
WHY
I KNOW THAT LIFE'S NOT ALWAYS PLEASIN'
BUT WE MADE IT THIS WAY FOR NO REASON
IN THE AGE BEFORE KINGS GOT THEIR FEES IN
ONE FUCKING MAMMOTH'S ENOUGH FOR THE SEASON
WORK WORK WORK DIE
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WHY
WORK WORK WORK DIE
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WORK WORK WORK DIE
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