Letter Bomb - Circle Jerks

tired of being bossed around

getting the run around

sweep your floors

empty your trash

you’re the one who makes the cash

tired of being a pissant

open my letter

you won’t be alive

here’s a present just for you

when you’ll open it

you’ll be through

sit behind your desk

act like a king

treat me like a human beeing

give me the worst jobs

i’m getting mad

when you’re dead

i’ll be glad

here’s a present just for you

when you’ll open it

you’ll be through

plastic explosive

on your letter

you’d be better off dead

hope the building crumbles,

on your head

DIE!

DIE!