you're not fired
you just don't work here anymore
thanks for the loyalty
security will show you to the door
current situation, newly unemployed
empty out a bottle in hopes to fill that void
Now, I guess love don't live here no more
I could sell drugs, but that's too cliche
when boss walked in like, "here's your vacation"
I was thinking like two weeks pay, but I was wrong
middle finger to management
grab my Cheetos and sandwiches
how to hell I get fired while on my lunch break
my boss said I be vanishing
I be lacking all etiquette
he gon' need him an ambulance in the worst way
clear my work from my cubicle
all the paper and pencils
I'm thinking that lentil's the only soup I mess with
tell me what's a gold watch without a ring and a necklace
flying obscenities on the way to the exit
show them what I'm made of
feeling grown guess I'll go home and play Sega
street fighter Vega find an ad in the paper
bag produce at Traders so I can see the fruits of my labor
get lost
real gone
here's your gold watch
now move on
credits
from Handshakes,
track released April 26, 2016
Brad Bramer - DRUM
Jacob Campbell - KEYS
Derek Keijner - GUITAR
James Lindsey - VOCAL
Keith Miller - VOCAL
Matt Vaughn - BASS