I've got a bone to pick with the things you do
The plan is set like a w-2
You'll try to file me like a nail
And cash me out for every last cent
That your sharp hands can get
I will not be your profit
I will not be your gain
You've been negligent of the very office
That taxes out the pain
And as I dug for that bone I picked
I couldn't help but notice
That the very nature we possess is complacent
The direction our hearts drive is adjacent
I will not be your profit
I will not be your gain
You've been negligent of the very office
That taxes out the pain