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