Work Lyrics

Whether you call it emo or screamo or just good solid post-punk rock (whatever that means!), the fact is that the band Thursday kicks some serious ass. If you've ever felt the repitious grind of being anchored to your desk, we suggest you turn the speakers up, kick down those cubicle walls and enjoy 3 minutes and 16 seconds of freedom.     "For the Workforce, Drowning" by ThursdayFalling from the top floor your lungsfill like parachuteswindows go rushing by.People inside,dressed for the funeral in black and white.These ties strangle our necks, hanging in the closet,trapped in the cubicle;without a name, just numbers, on the resume stored in the mainframe, marked for delete.Please take these handsthrow them in the river,wash away the things they never heldplease take these hands,throw me in the river,don’t let me drown before the workday ends.9 to 5! 9 to 5!And we're up to our necks,drowning in the seconds,ingesting the morning commutelost in a dead subway sleepwe lie … [Read more...] about Work Lyrics: "these ties strangle our necks"

Trent Reznor has taken on the music industry and even called out iTunes for a f*cked up app acceptance policy. The dude has balls. On Every Day Is Exactly the Same, the Nine Inch Nails frontman strikes a chord with anyone who works in an office. At one time or another we all succumb to routine. But that doesn't mean we have to like it.I believe I can see the futureCause I repeat the same routineI think I used to have a purposeBut then againThat might have been a dreamI think I used to have a voiceNow I never make a soundI just do what I've been toldI really don't want them to come aroundOh, no[Chorus:]Every day is exactly the sameEvery day is exactly the sameThere is no love here and there is no painEvery day is exactly the sameI can feel their eyes are watchingIn case I lose myself againSometimes I think I'm happy hereSometimes, yet I still pretendI can't remember how this got startedBut I can tell you exactly how it will end[Chorus]I'm writing on a little piece of paperI'm hoping … [Read more...] about Work Lyrics: "every day is exactly the same"

Growing up I was hooked on Denis Leary. Whether he was being pessimistic on a cancer cure, singing about an As*hole, or warning the next generation that there's not much to look forward to, I always enjoyed his brand of comedy. While I've always steered clear of Rescue Me (it hits that 9/11 nerve which sends me running in th eother direction), it's always a good time to dip back into the archives and listen to Denis' best stuff. On "Life's Gonna Suck When You Grow Up," Leary warns kids that a boss who will be a big big jerk is right around the corner.Lyrics:This s a special moment right now,We'd like to take this time to tell all the kids at home,Send your parents out of the room this is a kid's song.Life's gonna suck when you grow up,When you grow up, when you grow upLife's gonna suck when you grow up,It sucks pretty bad right now.Hey! If you know the words, Sing along!You're gonna hafta mow the lawn,Do the dishes, make your bed.You're gonna hafta go to school until you're … [Read more...] about Work Lyrics: "your boss'll be a big big jerk"

Jersey emo darlings My Chemical Romance can capture bleak aggression better than any other 21st century band.On Cubicles, the rockers - who promise that their next album will be "full of hate" - enter the world of love lost while suffering from the office doldrums.Cubicles - My Chemical RomanceIt's the tearing sound of love-notesDrowning out the gray stained windowsAnd the view outside is sterileBut I'm only two cubes downI'll photocopy all the things that we could beIf you took the time to notice meBut you can't now, I don't blame youAnd it's not your fault that no one ever does-Chorus-But you don't work here anymoreIts just a vacant 3 by 4And they might fill your placeA temporary stand-in for your faceIt happens all the timeAnd I can't help but think I'll die aloneSo I'll spend my time with strangersA condition that is terminalIn this water-cooler romanceAnd its coming to a closeWe could be in the park and dancing by a treeKicking over blades we seeOr a dark beach with a black viewAs … [Read more...] about Work Lyrics: i'll photocopy all the things that we could be

As a young lad I was often given heat for my fondness for the Goo Goo Dolls. (I'm still unapologetic!) It wasn't until their frontman Johnny Rzeznik told me that he grew up idolizing The Replacements that I became familiar with Paul Westerberg's music.With tight songs that blend classic and punk rock, it's fair to say I was an instant - albeit - late blooming fan.The Replacements are best represented by “Bastards of Young,” a song that got them banned from SNL due to their "inebriated state." Whether you're working in the fields or in an office, we all can relate.God, what a mess, on the ladder of successWhere you take one step and miss the whole first rungDreams unfulfilled, graduate unskilledIt beats pickin cotton and waitin to be forgottenWe are the sons of no one, bastards of youngWe are the sons of no one, bastards of youngThe daughters and the sonsClean your baby womb, trash that baby boomElvis in the ground, therell aint no beer tonightIncome tax deduction, what a … [Read more...] about Work Lyrics: what a mess, on the ladder of success

Back in the 90's, an intorduction to the Notorious B.I.G., put Harlem, New York native Cam'ron on the map. If you have bills to pay, have ever made $12 an hour, and wondered if life would be easier if you were a fireman, "I Hate My Job" is for you.CAM'RON - I Hate My Job lyrics Yo, I hate my bossDude think he know it allAnd I know I know it allBut I follow protocolHope sit in the casketGot me sittin' in traffic (word)It's seven AM (yeah, yeah, yeah)And I woke up late, didn't even have a showerLunch break? Give me a break, a damn half an hourAll this bullshit for twelve bucks an hour (I'm ready to quit)Plug me to Chuck D, wanna Fight the PowerInstead I light the sour before I go in the officeBeing here eight hours sure will get you nauseousLady across from me, telling me her problems (what the fuck?)I'm look at her like yo (yeah, yeah, yeah)How the fuck I'm gonna solve 'em?You know our ethnicityCar note, rent, don't forget electricity (that's all due)Internet, cable, and the phone all … [Read more...] about Work Lyrics: why am I working here? it ain't working here

Never shy about taking on the establishment, English rock band The Clash take on the alienation of low-paid, boring jobs. The year might have been 1977, but would today's attack on the political and economic situation really be any different today?The offered me the office, offered me the shopThey said I'd better take anything they'd gotDo you wanna make tea at the BBC?Do you wanna be, do you really wanna be a cop?Career opportunities are the ones that never knockEvery job they offer you is to keep you out the dockCareer opportunity, the ones that never knockI hate the army an' I hate the R.A.F.I don't wanna go fighting in the tropical heatI hate the civil service rulesAnd I won't open letter bombs for youBus driver....ambulance man....ticket inspectorThey're gonna have to introduce conscriptionThey're gonna have to take away my prescriptionIf they wanna get me making toysIf they wanna get me, well, I got no choiceCareersCareersCareersAin't never gonna knock … [Read more...] about Work Lyrics: career opportunities are the ones that never knock

Obvious suggestive imagery at its finest. That's what you'll see below in the Belle and Sebastian video for their mid-90s song Step Into My Office. The Scottish indie band sings about crossing the line between work and play.She called me up todayMeet me down at the old caféI jumped into the showerI was getting my marching orders We need to talkStep into my office, babyI want to give you the jobA chance of overtimeSay, my place at nine?She’d never stand for any liesShe’s got an Out Tray full of guysI could sense a breath, a whole new feelingNow she says she wants to call a meetingWe need to talkStep into my office, babyI want to give you the jobA chance of overtimeSay, my place at nine?I’m a slave to workI’m only living when I walk amongst the office staffAnd catch up with the office wagI’ll be in bed by nineMy curtains drawn My thoughts composedI get to work on timeShe gave me some dictation But my strength is in administrationI took down all she … [Read more...] about Work Lyrics: she’s got an out tray full of guys

I've always loved Ryan Adams' music, despite his inability to take a Bryan Adams joke. The alt-country/rock singer-songwriter is one of the most prolific artists of the century, and the majority of his songs do not suck. On his latest album, Cardinology, the NC native croons about application forms getting shredded on Sinking Ships. Listen here.Sun that falls on your handsAs you type;Just something in my headStanding in this empty spaceYour desk is gone;The wall is still from where it wentThis is position is not open now for applicantsThe application forms get shreddedThere was faulty wording in the documentI can still hear you laughingComing up the rickety stairsLaughing as the springtime filled your longs with airGrey smoke rung out like the patches of your hairLike violetsLike birds inside the bellsBreak those prows in the back of my mindWhile the sun is out;No, it's still up and the light is shiningIt's season's push and pull and all to get us throughWell my mind is open now;Like … [Read more...] about Work Lyrics: your desk is gone