Hannah Brackenbury - Tomorrow Lyrics

Fourteen years, one month ago, I sat here at my interview
You promised me promotion, said "A bright future ahead of you"
But as the months and years have passed it seems you have forgotten
And now my passion for this job's gone mouldy, cold and rotten

That's why tomorrow I'll hand my notice in
There'll be no sorrow, don't even think you'll notice if
Tomorrow, I'm gonna sh*t in your bin
And probably I'll scan my breasts and make four hundred copies
And leave them all around your desk and office
Then I'm gonna sh*t in your bin

And when I make your coffee in the morning
Well you may be surprised to find I've poured in
Half a gallon of diluted chlorine
And all the laxatives that I can get my hands on

And don't you worry in the fax machine is acting rather funny
It's probably cos I've filled it up with curry
That I'm eating out of a tin

And when I tell the managing director
Of all the times I've seen you disrespect her
I'll leave photos on the overhead projector
That I have edited but claim to have discovered
Of you and that girl Julie in the stationery cupboard

I'm gonna drive in and park my car so you're completely blocked in
Then I might even smash your front headlights in
Then I'm gonna sh*t in your bin

But for today, I'll nod when asked if everything's ok
Well what the hell am I supposed to say?
Tomorrow, that I plan to defecate
In your wastepaper basket?
You'll wish you never asked it
You patronising bastard

I'm gonna drive in and park my car so you're completely blocked in
And I might even smash your f***ing lights in
And I'll be so trolleyed on gin, Mr Harrison
I'm gonna sh*t in your bin

I'm gonna sh*t in your bin
You might want to let some fresh air in
Cos I'm eating curry from a tin
And I'm gonna sh*t in your bin