Ten Percent to the Ten Percent - Cursive

You seemed like such a smart young man

And your Father’s got a lot of friends

We didn’t bother to check your references

We’re a successful company

With endless opportunity

So why must you shit where you eat?

It all started out in the warehouse

Watching the stock, watching the clock

Taking shots from a flask of scotch

My first evaluation came

Remarkably they sang my praise

«Keep up the pace.

You could see a raise in pay.»

This seemed like a good challenge to me

So I started a game of craps in the back alley

What better way to supplement minimum wage

Despite these bits of debauchery

The managers failed to notice me

So what the fuck?

I started stealing things

Once inventory rolled around

A few sku items could not be found

Some DVD’s and a wide screen TV

«We'll dock these items from your pay

We expect you to finish out the day

Your father must be so ashamed.»

Fuck you and your job

And I’ll shit where I want

This country is gonna go out with a bang

This country is headed for Dependence Day

So lay out your blankets and wait for the fireworks display

You’re restless, devoid, and your job keeps you broke

Big Business booms and makes sure that we don’t

So get in the ring, you just ran out of rope

I’ll give ten percent to the ten percent

Now hand me those classifieds