[Intro]
Hey Frank!
- Hey Roger
Hey, can I see you in my office for a minute?
- Yeah, sure... Hey Stu, you wanna watch these parts for me?
Don't forget to cut the clutch
Yeah have a seat (What's up boss?)
We're making some cutbacks
- I know you're not talking about me, I been here 15 years, I mean, I got seniority right?
Were gonna have to let you go
- I got kids man!
It is what it is
[Verse 1: Jamie Madrox]
He's depressed in the dumps
Victim of a fallen economy, got bumped off the Assembly line
And he feels like a chump
Wondering how he's gonna bring turkey for the giving and presents for the receiving
This sucks, wonder if Obama has to go without
Explaining to his children how Santa must've missed a route
I don't think so, he's much too proud
To admit defeat or even accept handouts
So he tells his wife that everything panned out at the plant and christmas is on as planned
Tears of joy fill her eyes, but inside
He feels even worse for lying and he wants to die
He pretends to go to work everyday
But he's not going to work, he's just wasting away
In the front seat of a parking lot up the street
Where he punches his steering wheel repeatedly saying "Why me?"
Hey Frank!
- Hey Roger
Hey, can I see you in my office for a minute?
- Yeah, sure... Hey Stu, you wanna watch these parts for me?
Don't forget to cut the clutch
Yeah have a seat (What's up boss?)
We're making some cutbacks
- I know you're not talking about me, I been here 15 years, I mean, I got seniority right?
Were gonna have to let you go
- I got kids man!
It is what it is
[Verse 1: Jamie Madrox]
He's depressed in the dumps
Victim of a fallen economy, got bumped off the Assembly line
And he feels like a chump
Wondering how he's gonna bring turkey for the giving and presents for the receiving
This sucks, wonder if Obama has to go without
Explaining to his children how Santa must've missed a route
I don't think so, he's much too proud
To admit defeat or even accept handouts
So he tells his wife that everything panned out at the plant and christmas is on as planned
Tears of joy fill her eyes, but inside
He feels even worse for lying and he wants to die
He pretends to go to work everyday
But he's not going to work, he's just wasting away
In the front seat of a parking lot up the street
Where he punches his steering wheel repeatedly saying "Why me?"
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