I’m On Strike!

[Verse 1]
Right, I can't keep quiet about this anymore
It's time to tell a heavy story I highly doubt you're ready for
I work far harder than my boss, so why the hell am I very poor?
This isn't cooperation, it's corporation and now I'm ready for war
I'm terribly bored of getting the short straw, there better be more
But the chance of them ever giving voluntarily's extraordinarily small
I'm the breadwinner, yet I'm barely even fed dinner
Your belly gets bigger daily, while I'm simultaneously spread thinner
We're in a wild Garden of Eden, and I'm redeeming my right to freedom
Rather than being stuck at the arse end of the hierarchy of needs
A middle management amateur like you doesn't deserve my talents
So I'm about to readjust my work life balance

[Chorus]
I'm on strike, and it might just be a long night
We ain't staying in center parks, so once it's dark, it's on sight
Smoke you like a bong pipe 'till your camp site's a bomb site
I've come to right wrongs for all the times you've wronged rights

[Verse 2]
They say it's quiet quitting, I'd say that's quite fitting
Throwing lines out that go deep, bruv, I ain't fly fishing
You're making my ears bleed, so why would I listen?
This dead end career you give me here really interferes with my mission
Prior to this position I was alive and kicking
Now the mindless shit never stops like the Bit in Family Guy of Griffin fighting a giant chicken
I'm stuck in a permanent loop of nothing but working with you
Though I look as if I'm enjoying employment, it couldn't be further from truth
I'm a sentient human, internally fuming at that bloody goon I'm subservient to
I never intended to do this, you're never ending to do list
When did defending the right to retirement by seventy become hubris?
This isn't mean to be humorous, we're leaving the legacy boomers
Literally left them accused us
Of lethargy and neglecting the future
What the heck? It was you, bruh?
"But it said on the news, so it's definitely true, look" Less of the rumours
Perhaps, when millenials stop
Picking up your slack, the penny will drop
Then you'll realise your menial job
Could have been done by any old fuck

[Chorus]
I'm on strike, and it might just be a long night
We ain't staying in center parks, so once it's dark, it's on sight
Smoke you like a bong pipe 'till your camp site's a bomb site
I've come to right wrongs for all the times you've wronged rights

[Verse 3]
If I'm only supposed to be having avocado toast
Tell me why I'm cooking up such a bloody barbaric roast
I'm not one to brag boast, don't want the aggro
But I'm just that close to snapping, though, I've got to act, bro
My family's concerned at having not heard a word, I've just disappeared without contact
How can I? I'm working twenty four seven out here on zero hour contract
I'm about to dip and not come back, fun fact:
You're such a pain in the arse, little prick, I feel like I'm sitting on thumbtacks
I'm not doing a favour, so you should have paid up for the use of my labour
Straight up, don't you think it's strange how Lucre can change a Luke into Vader?
Well, I'm rebelling like mutinous sailors, duel of the fates and my union's a sabre
Or you could just say, a truly irrefusable new opportunity came up

[Chorus]
I'm on strike, and it might just be a long night
We ain't staying in center parks, so once it's dark, it's on sight
Smoke you like a bong pipe 'till your camp site's a bomb site
I've come to right wrongs for all the times you've wronged rights