Dernier jour au bureau You see this bunch of clowns, sittin’ round a table Like they’re runnin’ the world, it’s all just a fable With their Paul Smith suits and Armani ties They’re just low-level punks in fancy disguise Always in a meetin’ All you do is talkin’ Spending all your days in a bullshit job When’s the last time you had a real knob? All the hours lost, like it didn’t matter Listenin’ to this useless, empty blather Don’ you really have somethin’ better to do? Write a rap, take a nap, maybe sniff up some glue? Always in a meetin’ All you do is talkin’ Spending all your days in a bullshit job When’s the last time you had a real knob? Jenny’s ugly make-up is rainin’ in her tea cup Johnny’s hair are up , he’s got the face of a pup Mindy looks like shit ´cause no one licks her clit Richie looks at me like he sees I don’t fit Looking at y’all, I’m having weird thoughts Dreaming of ways to entangle these knots Like stranglin’ Joey, with his guts as a rope Then fryin’ his balls, now that would be dope (Come on Joey. It won’t hurt so much if you just let me do it. Don’t move you fuck! These guts don’t hold like they should) Always in a meetin’ All you do is talkin’ Spending all your days in a bullshit job When’s the last time you had a real knob? Maybe I’m getting just a little crazy Writin’ a rap when they all seem so busy Maybe it’s just me, sick of the front row Hasta la vista, I’m done with this show That’s my last meetin’ Now I’m done talkin’ I’ve spent enough time in this bullshit job This was the last time, I’m off for a knob (Ton temps, jusqu’à présent on te le prenait, on te le dérobait , il t’échappait. Récupère le, et prends en soin. Saisis toi de chaque heure. On remet la vie à plus tard, pendant ce temps, elle passe. On nous en arrache une partie, on nous en détourne une autre, et le reste nous coule entre les doigts)