Friday came, and I had no ideas for songs at all. Then and older guy at the gym, who didn't know I was doing this song writing thing, but knew I was in a band, said "You should make a song that goes, 'My boss makes and dollar while I make a dime, that's why I'm pooping on company time,' so I just went with that. So I tried to get in the mindset of someone at a big factory or something, with a douche bag boss whose dad owns the company. It turned out pretty fun. And my week was much better, for those who may be concerned. 
‹ Lyrics
At home I’m building a tower out of bills
My daughter’s medication needs refills
I’m reliving another groundhog’s night
The check engine light’s been on for weeks
Now I’m worried it’s running out of grease
Another random event to cause a fight
Why the hell am I working day and night
Can’t move up, I’ll be stuck on the line for life
I thought this was the land of the free
I guess freedom is only for the rich
Cuz I feel like a slave up in this bitch
I’m not going out like that, you’ll see
My boss makes a dollar while I make a dime, that’s why I’m shitting on company time x 4
Look at you just sitting up there
Sitting on your throne with a hundred dollar hair do
Thinking that you deserve all this
While we get only 30 seconds just to take a piss, oooh
Everybody knows the only reason that you got there
It’s daddy’s company, that’s mother fuckin nepotism
We all know without big tits and blonde hair
You won’t notice me, that’s the nasty kind of sexism
Every day I look around, we look like the Walking Dead
Manager pretends to care, he’s just a talking head
If my wife and kids weren’t depending on my Velveeta
I’d be on a plane with a plan to move to Costa Rica
He makes a dollar while I make a dime
Being handed a life like that should be a crime
Today is the day Imma finally get mine
I’ll take a huge shit on company time
My boss makes a dollar while I make a dime, that’s why I’m shitting on company time.
My boss makes a dollar while I make a dime, that’s why I’m shitting...on my boss's desk.
