Warehouse dues are Mondays blues
Maximum crap for minimum wage
The ***** barks at my industrial cage
"Should be grateful, you council yob
Plenty of ***** could do your job"
Keep my head down , fetch and carry
***** barks orders, the smug little sod
Finally it's Friday.
The day I awake.
Money in pocket, and out on the lash
We're warriors and kings in our domain
Loads of fun and deeply insane
The ***** , walks in with pride in place
Sees me and barks "O'Connor, behave"
A punch to the throat and down he goes
Kicks to the face, blood on my shoes
Left me no choice the smug little sod
Should remember his place, when he's out with the Gods.