Letter Bomb Songtext

tired of being bossed around getting the run around sweep your floors empty your trash you're the one who makes the cash tired of being a pissant 9 to 5 open my letter you won't be alive here's a present just for you when you'll open it you'll be through sit behind your desk act like a king treat me like a human being give me the worst jobs i'm getting mad when you're dead i'll be glad here's a present just for you when you'll open it you'll be through plastic explosive on your letter you'd be better off dead hope the building crumbles, on your head die! die!