Bomb The Music Industry! - Jobs Schmobs lyrics

At a desk in a room that's always too hot or cold At a computer where you're starting to lose your soul With a wage that they pay to keep you from ten to six At 7:30, man you're starting to lose your sh**, you're stuck all night With a boss who's in love with nobody but herself An army of washed-up musicians sit on her shelf Patronizing, taking her problems out on you While you do the work that she's too lazy to, do you like it now? When the world, when the world gets half away from you You can go half a world away When the world, when the world gets half away from you You can go half a world away All you need is two weeks Two weeks, two weeks You can't leave or go to lunch, you have no health insurance Two weeks vacation and you haven't been let off since Suffer through the insufferably boring days You show up early and your boss always shows up, "Later s**ers," you'll say And your friends with their brains say that you cannot go back If you move on your music business degree is trashed Soon we'll be on the road though and soon we'll be driving fast So when your boss starts to cry, do your best not to laugh When the world, when the world gets half away from you You can go half a world away When the world and your friends and your job and your ends and your whole damn life starts to get away from you You can go half a world away All you need is two weeks Two weeks, two weeks Two weeks, f** the world