Reasonsonal
You had to see it to believe it in the call centre
How you had to queue up twice in the lines
To hand in your bag and phone
Mard **** f*cking security guards thinking they're God
Elevated to a lofty status beyond you and me
Who the f*ck do these twoddles think they are?
Donald **** F*cking Trump?
At least he's a really rich ********
The fake guards bellow and strut and act all important
'Put your cellphones, ifones, laptops, computers and TVs here!'
Another plastic guard joins the litany:
'And form a separate line and place your bags here!'
Well f*ck me six times with three hookers
I don't wanna queue up two f*cking times!
I wanna go home and drink my warm ****** English beer!
'You there! Don't put your gadget in your bag. You must queue up twice. You can't buck the system. We're smart and know all the tricks!'
Off to the back of the second flaming line
I will never ever queue up here again
Nor ever give the smarmy guards another chance to feel like God
Bossing me about and being **** wannabes
They're manning the desk in Reasons Call Centre and are all plonkers
***** their little mind games and rules
I'm resigning from my crap job to be a tank driver
Then I'll ****** show them who's boss...
Mar 21, 2018
Mar 21, 2018 at 12:50 PM UTC
Reasonsonal
You had to see it to believe it in the call centre
How you had to queue up twice in the lines
To hand in your bag and phone
Mard **** f*cking security guards thinking they're God
Elevated to a lofty status beyond you and me
Who the f*ck do these twoddles think they are?
Donald **** F*cking Trump?
At least he's a really rich ********
The fake guards bellow and strut and act all important
'Put your cellphones, ifones, laptops, computers and TVs here!'
Another plastic guard joins the litany:
'And form a separate line and place your bags here!'
Well f*ck me six times with three hookers
I don't wanna queue up two f*cking times!
I wanna go home and drink my warm ****** English beer!
'You there! Don't put your gadget in your bag. You must queue up twice. You can't buck the system. We're smart and know all the tricks!'
Off to the back of the second flaming line
I will never ever queue up here again
Nor ever give the smarmy guards another chance to feel like God
Bossing me about and being **** wannabes
They're manning the desk in Reasons Call Centre and are all plonkers
***** their little mind games and rules
I'm resigning from my crap job to be a tank driver
Then I'll ****** show them who's boss...
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