Lyrics
treat me like a human beeing
sweep your floors
Plastic explosive, plastic explosive
On your head, when you re dead
getting the run around
on your head
I ll be glad, here s a present just for you
Getting the run around, i m getting mad
Sit behind your desk, give me the worst jobs, empty your trash
here s a present just for you
treat me like a human beeing
Tired of being a pissant, open my letter
Plastic explosive, plastic explosive
You d be better off dead, you d be better off dead
when you re dead
You ll be through, i m getting mad
Tired of being bossed around, give me the worst jobs, getting the run around
You ll be through, sit behind your desk
hope the building crumbles
Tired of being a pissant, you won t be alive
When you ll open it, here s a present just for you Bomb, you won t be alive
Sit behind your desk, you ll be through, when you ll open it
i ll be glad
empty your trash
You ll be through, you ll be through
sit behind your desk
when you ll open it
Sit behind your desk, tired of being a pissant, you ll be through
When you ll open it, plastic explosive
When you re dead, i m getting mad
On your head, i m getting mad Circle, give me the worst jobs
You ll be through, you ll be through
Here s a present just for you, give me the worst jobs
i ll be glad
Hope the building crumbles, when you ll open it
Open my letter, when you ll open it Jerks, tired of being bossed around
Act like a king, empty your trash, i m getting mad
On your letter, when you re dead Jerks, tired of being a pissant
I m getting mad, empty your trash
When you ll open it, tired of being bossed around, tired of being a pissant
you ll be through
You won t be alive, here s a present just for you, give me the worst jobs
here s a present just for you
here s a present just for you
Act like a king, treat me like a human beeing
Sit behind your desk, you won t be alive
Tired of being bossed around, hope the building crumbles
Open my letter, sit behind your desk Circle, plastic explosive
Here s a present just for you, give me the worst jobs
tired of being a pissant
I ll be glad, treat me like a human beeing, you ll be through