Don’t Wanna Work

By Drapht

On Brothers Grimm

Released on May 18, 2008

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[Verse 1]

I never knew what I wanted to pursue as a kid

Finishing Year 12, the world looked bigger than it ever did before

It's embedded in my forehead

I wasn't ready to be set off on this walk yet

Out on the doorstep, fragile as a war vet

Force fed every single page in the employment section

Only direction: my rap

And I don't mean wrap like the back of a McDonald's, doing your burgers

And I don't mean wrap like Iraqi women under them burkas

No purpose in life

Was only good at sport and drinking like Boonie on a flight

Back from UK, a new day, new dollar

Refused to follow every other blue collar

Just wanted to break the mould

Like Maradona, all hands on to reach my goal

But the keyhole was filled with gum

What was to come for the kid with the silver tongue?

I had to run for a better day

But in order to do that, spun shit on my resumé

Was the sole inventor of Lemonade

Taught yoga at Jenny Craig

And Yoda how to levitate

And it still didn't generate shit

Unemployed and already ready to quit

Oooooh!


[Hook]

I don't wanna work, don't wanna work for a jerk

Shirt, suit, tie!

I don't wanna work, don't wanna work for the rest of my life

Woah!

I don't wanna work, don't wanna work for a jerk

Shirt, suit, tie!

I don't wanna work, don't wanna work for the rest of my life


[Verse 2]

Arrive five minutes late and they're on my back

Trying to give me the axe like a lumberjack

You're lucky that I'm in, not gonna begin to sweat it

'Cause if I'm paid the minimum, the minimum you're getting

(Too right) In bed, never ready for my alarm

(Oh, shit) Forgot I'm not a farmer

It's too early, hit snooze, about thirty

Times before I get up, it's like waking the dead up

Need the cheddar, fed up being a broke-arse

Feel I'm on the wrong track like a go-kart

In Formula 1, you can call it a hunch

But I don't think I'll last here more than a month

(Hey, why's that?) Lunch is the quickest part of the day

And that half an hour isn't even part of my pay

I need to hide a file in a cake, I need to break free

I'm a slave to the wage every week

I don't wanna work!


[Hook]

I don't wanna work, don't wanna work for a jerk

Shirt, suit, tie!

I don't wanna work, don't wanna work for the rest of my life

Woah!

I don't wanna work, don't wanna work for a jerk

Shirt, suit, tie!

I don't wanna work, don't wanna work for the rest of my life


[Verse 3]

Thinking like a businessman with his cut backs

You'd think he was Edward Scissorhands

And he subtract the heart, the soul

Replace it with the dark, the cold

And the robotic parts that hold him together

Never mattered for the girls to get their foot in

Ladies, it's not what you put in, it's more what you put out

And if you're good at your job, it's an extra

Nothing sell better than sex does

No Texas tea break, a cheap skate

No paid holidays, or sick leave, or days off (Whaat?)

If you take 'em, you're laid off

Like being a slave to Adolf

I don't wanna work!


[Outro]

We work, we earn, we die

A slave, their nine-to-five

We work while watching a clock

We work 'til our hearts will stop

We work, we earn, we die

A slave, their nine-to-five

We work while watching a clock

We work 'til our hearts will stop

I don't wanna work