Lyrics

Gideon, who the fuck do you think you are? I can't handle you in Super Monkey Ball? (Hey, Danny) Well you can't handle me in Hotel Mario! (We're recording) (Danny...) You jumbo bitch! (Danny!) Fuck you! You'd do anything to make another buck We've never seen you smile Hey man you really suck You suck the energy out of the room It's okay to judge others but they Can't judge you But we still do I'm sick of your games Sick of the low paychecks What's next? Someday you'll see, you can't fire me This business is lame, I get no respect (No shit!) I'm sick of this food and I'm sick of you You're judging other people by the color of their skin Correct me if I'm wrong, but I think that's called sin I really don't care what you think about the gays I'll spit in your drink just like I'll spit on your grave It's all the same I'm sick of your games Sick of the low paychecks What's next? Someday you'll see, you can't fire me This business is lame, I get no respect (No shit!) I'm sick of this food and I'm sick of you She's always right (she's always right) She's never wrong (she's never wrong) I'm really glad that I quit my job I'm sick of your games Sick of the low paychecks What's next? Someday you'll see, you can't fire me
Writer(s): Destructo Disk Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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