Civil Servant

Open your eyes, time to wake up
 Shit, shower, brush your teeth, drain your cup
 Wolf down a bowl of Ready-Brek
 Fasten a tie around your neck
 All over the city we arise, arise
 For a job we despise, despise, despise
 I don't want to go into work this morning
 I don't think I can deal with the wrath of the general public
 And I don't have the heart to explain to another poor soul
 Why it is their Disability Living Allowance will be stopping shortly
 Busfulls of meat slumped in our seats
 Staring at phone screens and our own feet
 Shuffling off at the business park
 Let's linger awhile in the smoking bubble
 From every direction we arrive. arrive
 With a swipe of the fob, the fob, the fob, the fob
 I don't want to go back to that seething viper's nest
 I can't listen anymore to the bleating of the terminally depressed
 Or the stream of opinions from the creep in the office next to mine
 I dream of bashing his skull into a
 brainy pulp with a Sellotape dispenser
 In the staff room, lost in a daze
 Shovelling crisps into my face
 After an unspeakably awful
 Call with a grieving mother
 In Wetherspoons on the fruit-machines
 Sinking my umpteenth Peroni
 Cackling like a hyena
 At the nasty jokes of my colleagues
 None of whom I can stand
 In my bed, I can hear the strangled voices
 Of all the people I've failed, I've failed, I've failed
 I don't want to go into work this morning
 I just want to lie here and play the new Call of Duty
 I finally gathered the courage to ring in sick
 I'm not coming into work today
 I'm really ill
 Not coming into work today
 Or for that matter any other day
 I'm sick to my soul
 I refuse to do this dirty work anymore
 I refuse, refuse, refuse, refuse
 Refuse, refuse, refuse