Bomb the Music Industry! Tell My Boss, "I Hate You" Lyrics

I don't wanna wake up to an alarm clock ever again.
I don't wanna sit through 8 AM traffic ever again.
First hour of these 15 days that I'll be away, I feel I'm never coming back.
For 15 days I'm not gonna have to b___on my shirt or wear a neck tie.
For 15 days all I gotta do is drink drink drink till I f___ing die.
Cubicle vs. the fresh air? We know who's winning there.
I feel I'm never going back.

Home is punching in.
Home is 9 to 5.
So tell my boss, "I hate you and it's time for you to die."

Take it back.
Take the bathroom key.
Take the stapler that doesn't belong to me.
Look, d___, I'm not gonna wake up stressed about things that have nothing to do with me.
Pass me another beer.
The wind is in my hair. I feel I'm never going back.
For 15 days I'm not gonna have to be a yes man for bad ideas.
I'll get to play, I'll get to drink, I'll wake up hungover but I won't care.
Sure it's a two week holiday, but I'll see if I can stay.
I feel I'm never going back.

Back to punching in, sleeping at my desk. Back to 9 to 5.
So tell my boss, "I hate you and it's time for you to die a slow death, bleed in excess, give my life back and kiss my a__."

I'm not punching in.
I'm not working for some d___.
I'm sleeping 9 to 5.
So tell my boss "I hate you and it's time for you to die."