Back in the day before graphics got deinterlaced

Always be wary when testing out new interface

Out with the old and in with the new

Leaves us out in the cold dealing with these fucking interviews

Motherfuckers always like to act like they’re hiring

Until it’s time to actually hire, how the fuck are y’all surviving?

Holding feet to the fire up to the firing line

I’ll be the first and the last firing mine

Holding up the damn lunch line waiting for punchlines

Soggy ass front line this shit is crunch time

Less than two weeks left to turn in the work

And y’all think your boss is acting like a jerk?

Riffing on some Barry the Band Manager bullshit

The rest of these ratty cunts acting all foolish

All festive the audience erected this opulence

Distracting the obvious away from the cool kids

We serving up the service industry

With perfect timing trying to perfect the misery

Operation STFU survival item

Stick it in your bag until the time is viable

Verse 2

It’s 2025 that’s a lot to process

Trying to sort out who owns all these goddamn crosses

If it’s your cross to bare then grin and bare it

We are not interfering, we don’t even want to hear it

Especially not the way shit be going these days

You’d have better luck running naked across the freeway

Could even set it up to take bets on a parlay

Fifty to one they end up smeared all over Broadway

I’ll take that action, driving blind through life

Only to wind up a stain on the roadside at night

A faux pas, red mist in new pumps

Trying to walk it off on less than two stumps

Some of y’all have fallen off, some of y’all blew up

Fascinating hoopla false flag true love

Acting like two girls rocking a new cup

With the pope pushing a mop, cleaning all this poop up

We serving up the service industry

With perfect timing trying to perfect the misery

Operation STFU survival item

Stick it in your bag until the time is viable