If you're still working at 80 years old
I will kill your boss for you
If you're still paying off debt in old age
I will bomb as many banks as it takes
I hope disease takes me before my job does
And I pray the same for you
It's a hostile takeover
Of your soul
They want you to work
'Til your heart goes cold
Until your heart beats slow down
So how would your co-workers describe your working style
Hmm...I think they'd say I'm a lawn-sprinkler aimed at the sidewalk, baby
Oh, okay
They want you to work
'Til your heart goes cold
Until your heart beats slow down
'Til your bones don't hold
'Til your ass dies old