Mild Mannered Motherfuckers

Lyrics

It’s how we make our living
Off your sweat
Off your debt
So thanks so much for giving
Us what’s left
Of your breath
We quite appreciate it
You’re the best
That we’ve trained yet
To sit and shake and beg
For a paycheque
Influencing impressions
In how we dress
How we impress
And a smile’s worth a thousand words
When they’re worthless
Thank you for all your patience
But your requests can’t be processed
Please put them in a pile with the rest
It’s how we make our living
Off your stress
Off your death
Your contractual shivving is not in jest
Is not a test
It dictates very clearly
In section M-133
That your life is the property of the company
So after we burn up your body
And send your ashes straight to hell
We’ll take a short vacation
To the streets of your hometown
We’ll find the house
Where you grew up
And fuck your mother
Goodbye
Farewell
This working relationship has been swell
Niceties are not required though
We just thought that you would like to know
You’re not alone
In your frustrations
Please take this news as a consolation
As we keep killing, pillaging and hoarding
This is a recording