They're driving me crazy.
Now they call me lazy,
'Cause I won't do what they tell me to do.
Aint' got a job.
Now they call me a slob,
but I'm never going to work for you.
[chorus] 'Cause my mind is shot.
It's beginning to rot,
and I don't know what I'm going to do.
I'm unemployed.
My life's been destroyed,
by beaureaucrats who got it made.
They just don't give a fuck.
They only want their buck.
They're no match for the marquis de sade
I drowned in my teacup,
when they plugged up the leak.
They said that I just didn't make the grade.
'Cause my mind is shot.
It's beginning to rot.
But I'm not caring.
And I keep on swearing,
just so long as I get laid.
I say my mind is shot.
Ain't got no I.Q.
It's beginning to rot.
Boo hoo, boo hoo
I say my mind is shot.
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