I just got a paid position

With an interstellar team!

Though the travel’s far, the hours are

However long we deem

Yeah, the uniforms are ugly

Not much room for upward growth…

Sure, it’s got a couple quirks

And not a lot of perks…

We’re risking termination, but at least it’s honest work!

This isn’t the career path that I pictured

And my work-life balance isn’t looking good…

This Company has just one major stricture:

To find our funding faster than our predecessors could

(Meet the quota!)

They say trash is one man’s treasure

But that’s never much relief

When your teammates’ screams pervade your dreams

Each time you fall asleep

I could use some medication;

Get a therapist or shrink

But our contracts are coerced, and worker’s comp’s the worst!

We’ll picket ’till we kick it

And our corpse is reimbursed!

We’re fatally financially unstable…

We’re paid to raid one minefield at a time…

We’d take a weekend off if we were able

But jeopardizing profits would be a corporate crime

(Meet the quota!)

Shoulda worked in retail-

A dead-end 9 to 5…

Cause my performance eval

Implies I won’t survive…

Oh, I know we’re owed a bonus

And asking’s asinine

But lowering our standards tends to

Raise the bottom line...

(Leave The Company!

Leave The Company!

Leave this evil

Lethal Company!)

So we mourn our every morning

As the grind begins again

And we’ll slave away till wages pay

Another day of rent

We would unionize our labor

But we haven’t got a spine

So we’ll trip another trap while scavenging for scrap

Then take a sudden smoke break

While we carry back this crap!

We’re hired to retire from this living…

We’re in the black, but drowning in the red!

No quota’s one iota less forgiving

And if we live to pay day, our careers will still be dead

(Meet the quota!)

…I hate my job!

…I hate my boss! (Meet the quota!)

…I hate The Company!

…They hate a loss! (Meet the quota!)