Pink Slip

And I won't pick up the phone
 'Cause they won't leave me alone
 They said I'm working late
 I'm already working too late
 They said "Can you stay till 9?"
 I said "But that's overtime"
 I'm fucking losing my mind
 Hate my job, I wanna quit
 They all treat me like I'm shit
 Pray to God for a pink slip
 Never goin' again
 I think I'd rather be dead
 Could you just take this fucking rock
 And bash me right in the head?
 I'm feeling 10 out of 10
 With this hole in head
 Now I'm zoning in bed
 Don't ever call me again
 Hate my job, I wanna quit
 They all treat me like I'm shit
 Pray to God for a pink slip
 I won't ever work again