Every morning we get landednWith stout women with monster facesnPut on our boots and grab our billy-cansnWa walk to the hill with the fellasnShovels and pics on our shouldersnPitful suits and smutty jokesnDown a deep hole that makes us sicknAnd every night we're back washed outnnAm I not blessed I don't have to risenWhen it's raining I can stay home a whilenI will not share a meal with your colleaguesnWon't date the girl in charge of human ressourcesnnPart time work, part time leisure, and all will end in a videogamennOh no no no please allow me to pukenI'd sure vote to reduce the working timenOh no no no please tell me where I pukednRoll on roll on roll on put your brains on strikennPart time work, part time leisure, and all will end in a videogamennOh no no no the worst of my fearsnWinos arguing rough at the canteennOh no no no beyond all strategiesnThe retired said goddbye toutou corporate partiesnnIt's such a shame to be an activist