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2004-12-22 14:00:58 ET Seriously, 30 minutes was all it took. I refused to sign a little piece of paper that stated that I am a total fuck-up at work and that was that. I couldn't sign it. It's not true. I AM NOT a total fuck-up at work. I come in. I work. I do my best. I have possible mental and health problems that should be addressed, but I still press on as if nothing is up. I'm an automaton for sure! Not allowed to break... I work at what I am currently best at. And, unfortunately for me, it's a field where employees are commonly exploited because it's the "cool" job. Yeah, there are 100 suckers waiting to fill my position at the Red Light. What have you got to look forward to? No insurance, low pay, and a soul-sucking job that accuses you of "not enough dedication" if you really are sick. Fuck 'em. ------------------------------------------------------------ "Got No Soul" by Cop Shoot Cop Late for work again today Somebody's lying down on the job again Will you people please stop jumping under my train Ladies and gentlemen, there will be a slight delay While we hose the blood away (And the clock keeps ticking...) So I spent my evening wishing I was never born Drinking toasts to that hood with the hooves and the horns Because the roaches won't do the laundry no more And the rats refuse to fix the holes in the floor Water comes through the ceiling... I asked a pig if he wanted to dance He says is that a 45 in your pants Or are you just happy to see me? (rim shot) I said, All I need is a distraction Or maybe a sense of satisfaction Perhaps a pair of pliers to rip off these blinders Because my peripheral vision is dying It ain't as if I ain't trying I'm a rat in a maze of my own devising And is that a call to arms... Is that a call to arms I hear rising? Is that a call to arms I hear rising out of that concrete hole? Yer war on drugs got no soul, yer hired thugs got no soul. You hippy trash got no soul. Yer yuppie cash got no soul. Yer video clips, yer beauty tips, remote control. It's a big black hole. Got no soul. Got no soul. And the clock's clicking off like the timer on some big neutron switch Except that there's just one hitch: you gotta strike it rich Before the shit comes down So they're out there panhandling for gold Prospecting in the street, sifting garbage in the gutter Digging in the tenements, looking for a vein Trying to find that big score: the mother lode And everything's a wannabe -- the wicked and the weak, The victors and the victimized, the economists and the economized My T.V. mind-set is shattered (sh'dooby) No guts, no glory, no balls -- whatever you wanna call it -- There ain't nothing real there at all (and I don't feel whole) Yeah, yer mobile phone got no soul. Yer rolling stone got no soul. Yer music scene got no soul. Yer answering machine got no soul. Yer microwave, yer toilet slave. You corporate swine. Yer bullshit line. Hey you on the payroll! Hey you on the J Train! Hey you on the T.V. News! Hey you in the 3-piece suit! You got no soul. I got no soul. Got no soul |
