Verse 1 br Too many people make too many useless procedures br Things are onerous, complicated, every trade is, extended dayshifts br They did away with extended vacations, hiatuses br Pressure’s on, population ascending too long br Jobs can’t keep up with the people at all br Lots of stress, people expect, never relent br Big mess, distress, duress br I’m not a complainer, bitch, or negative nancy br They tell you it’s good, it’s catastrophe br Bosses are antsy br They lost touch with the subordinates, the lowers br All they do is bark orders br But what they don’t know is that we are the sole owners br Overkill br br Verse 2 br Look at your tax forms, complex br Look at your legal contracts, long as shit br It’s rush rush rush br Tailing, trailing you in traffic, bumper to bumper br Workers are overworked, hurt, coerced, jerked, merked br Overexerting their person, every single workday br I even feel rushed, writing this stuff in the first place br Not everybody can receive first place br Isn’t that the first thing they taught you in the first grade br But still people are sprinting and tripping and flipping out br to get to where they’re never gonna get to in the end br except for wiggin’ out br Overkill br br Verse 3 br I’m a cynic but ya made me one br You’re a cynic, that’s the way we are br Take it easy little wayward son br Be more trusting like a mother would br Don’t just fire someone for the way they look br Make the work less strenuous br not just for your friends but for everyone br Don’t say I have a bad attitude br or I’ll put your life on a permanent sabbatical br You’re a demanding dude br Relax, take a deep breath br and take a nap or two br Don’t run, amble to it br Hurriedness has reached a maximum altitude br so decompress gas and fumes br Unwind and relax your drastic moves br Overkill