Tell My Boss, "I Hate You" (2005)
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While I was alternately doing merch for Mustard Plug/playing sax for the Know How on the Ska is Dead tour, Rick Johnson told me that he was starting a tape label and wanted to know if Bomb would want to do something for it. I came up with a very elaborate story and idea... it involved me "finding" a tape on the beach that was in a plastic bag that this dude had recorded around the Cold War as a musical journal before his cruise ship was shot down by Russian submarine spies (which apparently is something that happened once or twice, but I have no facts to back this up.) Eventually, I really couldn't keep up with the concept on this one and a few songs ended up on Goodbye Cool World ("King of MPLS 1 & 2", "Grudge Report", "Sorry, Brooklyn...") but this song was released on myspace, already had lyrics that were clearly about cruise ships (but also about the exhiliration of being fired) so it wasn't gonna make sense anywhere but hopefully some b-sides compilation in the future!
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 button my shirt or wear a neck tie.
For 15 days all I gotta do is drink drink drink till I fucking 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, dick, 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 ass."
I'm not punching in.
I'm not working for some dick.
I'm sleeping 9 to 5.
So tell my boss "I hate you and it's time for you to die."