The Pearls That You Clutch (words and music by Abel Ashes)

Sometimes you just feel like an automobile
Trying to get the job done
Get the job done
At the end of the day we get our measly pay
Trying to get the job done
Get the job done
Passin’ by the scenery
Feelin’ like machinery
Tryin’ to get the job done
Get the job done
Like we ain’t got no feelins and we're always on the run
We’re just tryin’ to get the job done
Get the job done
Every day is drudgery
Shovelin’ stinkin’ sludgery
Tryin’ to get the job done
Get the job done
At the end of the day we get our measly pay
Tryin’ to get the job done
Get the job done
And we dig and we toil and we fuck up the soil
We’re just tryin’ to get the job done
Get the job done
Like we ain’t got no feelings and we're always on the run
We’re just tryin’ to get the job done
Get the job done

But the no good boss he does whatever he please
Golf and hookers after wine and cheese

Behold a pale executive
Behold a pale horse
A bloated right-wing pachyderm
On a cracker ass golf course

Behold a pale executive
Behold a pale horse
A bloated right-wing pachyderm
On a cracker ass golf course

That’s why we say fuck you boss man
Fuck you very much
We say fuck you Wall Street
Fuck you very much
We mean it, fuck you blue blood
Fuck you very much
Eat shit and go to hell
So on and such
We say fuck you boss man
Fuck you very much
We say fuck you oil man
Fuck you very much
We say fuck you banker man
Fuck you very much
Eat shit and go to hell
So on and such

I'll work hard every day boss
You don't have to pay me much
Just keep your fragile ego
with the pearls that you clutch

I'll work hard every day boss
You don't have to pay me much
Just keep your fragile ego
with the pearls that you clutch