idk i just work here

"If you got time to lean, then you got time to clean" is what they told me

But they don't own me, they just own the only thing that's keeping me alive

They swear that's not a threat, 'cause I could always starve to death

I guess I'll pledge allegiance to the paycheck

So I'll sign the dotted line, cross my T's and dot my I's

Say, "The customer's always right," cross my heart, hope to die

I'll turn my frown upside down, lock my knees till I pass out

Sold my soul for the payroll, just don't ask me why, 'cause

I don't know, I just work here, I suppose

I don't care, you can burn it down as far as I'm concerned

Call it apathy, or maybe I'm just lazy

I don't know, but it's still me, myself, and I against the world

Me, myself, and I against the world

Maybe I'll win the lottery, buy myself a lobotomy

Scoop out my brains, and maybe then

I'll blend right in with management

Pretty, rich, or talented, you need two to make it

I guess I'll just pledge allegiance to the paycheck

So I'll sign the dotted line, cross my T's and dot my I's

Say, "The customer's always right," cross my heart, hope to die

I'll turn my frown upside down, lock my knees till I pass out

Sold my soul for the payroll, just don't ask me why, 'cause

I don't know, I just work here, I suppose

I don't care, you can burn it down as far as I'm concerned

Call it apathy, or maybe I'm just lazy

I don't know, but it's still me, myself, and I against the world

Me, myself, and I against the world

They'll say, "That's just the way the real world works

Everything's supposed to hurt"

They idolize self-sacrifice and demonize self-worth

And all the while, they'll just sit back and ask why no one wants to work

And we'll all have a hardy laugh

Roll our eyes and catch our breath

And all together with our chest

Send it back and tell them

I don't know, I just work here, I suppose

I don't care, you can burn it down as far as I'm concerned

Call it apathy, or maybe I'm just lazy

I don't know, but it's still me, myself, and I against the world

Me, myself, and I against the world

So I'll sign the dotted line, I'll cross my T's and dot my I's

Say, "The customer's always right", cross my heart, hope to die

I'll turn my frown upside down, lock my knees till I pass out

Sold my soul for the payroll

Just don't ask me why, 'cause I don't know