You're Fired Songtext

von Envoys

You may think you're cool
When your drooling with greed, all over my books
But you're just a monkey in a suit, with too much cologne,
A red tapist that's really a crook
You're an upstart who even managed to
Fuck up your own name...
– You're fired!

You came with a fancy style
With your nose in the air and claimed you could run the show
But you were a Babbitt at best,
A rat like the rest, behind the facade a John Doe
No smug attitude or cheating lies
Will get you out of this...
– You're fired!

This will hurt you more than it will hurt me
You can rest assured
I am so pleased to be able to tell you this:
– You're fired!

I see your your cunning ways
And slippery smile, your insolence is a disgrace
And for your guile statements, your low down ways
They will splash back in your face
There is no sweet talk to help you now,
Never more at my side...
– You're fired!
This will hurt you more than it will hurt me
You can rest assured
I am so pleased to be able to tell you this:
– You're fired!