I don't even want this job
All I care about is paying off my debt
While you can afford a house
I can afford a nice bag of chips
That's if I'm feeling spendy
You can fuck off on your brand new Ducati
I've seen your place and it's nice
Three cars and some motorcycles
While I've got the privilege
Of serving your dreams to move
On to an idyllic country life
While the rest of the shop
Are resigned to a grind that's terminal
It's not a bad job but
I just won't dedicate my life to it
Give me the raise
Give me the raise
Give me the raise
Give me the raise
So I can leave
And I'll be out of your thinning hair
I wanna leave so bad
But for the lure of steady pay
But for the lure of poisonous dust
Inhaled from dawn to dusk
I'll never forget five months straight
Of not working
Then you call me in a hurry
You think I'm chomping at the bit
To break my back?
When I've ruined my wrists
When my left toenail
Has slit his
Give me the raise
Give me the raise
Give me the raise
So I can leave
You wanna break your back
And get a stress gut
From overcompensating with sugar
While you try to stay sober
While you try to quit smoking
Give me the raise
Give me the raise
Give me the raise
Give me the raise
So I can leave
Smooth, sophisticated pop with neoclassical flourishes from the Berlin-based duo of Fabian Till and Birk Buttcherey. Bandcamp New & Notable May 2, 2024