We're getting sick of jobs making us sick and then making us pick between money and life
We're meant to stick with the job that we pick then we're bossed by a prick that is running our life
Maybe we'll kick off and tell em all piss off and then tell the dickhead to run for their life
Best be a quitter no-one likes a sticker so just pull the trigger and run your own life
Missing the days, missing the summer
Missing them rays, this is a bummer
Sit in the dock of the bay, while you're snogging your bae, and you've gotten away from the clutter
Stomach-a-flutter you dumb motherfucker, you could have those palm-trees ablaze like you're Usher
Let it burn, let it burn, let it burn, let it burn
We shouldn't be heading to work but we never learn
Sick of the chores, sick of the stresses
Wanna see more summery dresses
All this class war, it just depresses
Wanna be more out on the edges
Wanna be down at the St Paul's Carni
Wanna chow down on some picnic sarnies
Wanna take shrooms at your friend's houseparty
Rum, ket, coke with a little Bacardi
Long weekenders, plan more benders
Not quite right like my passport gender
Shades and shorts on, legs on show
Quit your job and get to know
Tell your boss just where to go,
Booze 2 for 1 at Tesco tho
End-times getting very close
Sun and heavy-snow


Quit your job and love your friends
Not much time left to spend with them


The money you leant well I already spent I'm behind on the rent and it's spinning me out
Already sent but it's such an expense and it doesn't relent from its grip on me now
Sorry to vent this aggression is pent and I haven't a tent if they're kicking me out
Landlords torment but in any event that's the reason godsent why we listen to Mao
Bring em to a Struggle Session
Reading groups and troubled lessons
Riding on that double-decker
Finding out your cuddle-pressure
Another summer romance in the presence of sunny weather
Whatever happens at work today won't even be remembered
Why don't you quit, why don't you go?
Why give a shit, what do you know?
What do you do, why do you try?
What does it prove, what if you die?
Who'd give a fuck, why would they care?
Who you to them? Nothing but air
Where is their love, when will it show?
Why don't you leave, why won't you go?
Why not say piss off and tell em to die
Tell em you quit and you're gonna get high
Tell em to stick all that shit that they give cos their business's vision is running you dry
Take a break, not Kitkat time
Break that corporate diktat time
Awaiting signs you should resign
And sign on instead? This that sign


Quit your job and love your friends
Not much time left to spend with them


P45 and a crate of cider
Be on the skive with your vaporiser
Boss's report what a plagiariser
Mao said they're just Paper Tigers
Down another Jagermeister
I can be your main advisor
Honestly if you just quit I bet you'll be a famous writer
Light that spliff, write that film
Life is quick, time is filled
Life is shit, time don't heal
Likely this time off will
Not make a little bit of difference to the shitty way I feel
So we pop pills and ketamine get questioning if life is real
What if it's not, what if it's fake
What if we waste all of our days
What if we die, crossing the road
What if we fry, or just explode
What are we telling ourselves in those precious few moments of consciousness before we die
Was it all worth it and what did I worship or was I just working on keeping alive
Who did you love, who did you help
After you're snuffed, will it be felt
Will you be sad, regretting your life
Or will you just smile and let out a sigh
Hold on tight this ride is rough
The whole wide world is likely fucked
So quit your job, don't give a toss, go kick your boss right in the gut