I.T. Vs Mechanics

The audacity

I swear they think they have it rough

They’ve never worked hard a day in their life

(Verse 1)

Everyday I’m climbing tall ladders on columns

Never complained even when my life is full of problems

Nothing is ever easy, this is real men’s work

Working on channel covers cause they need a hot torque

Most of the studs are stuck and rusted

Hammer them away until my elbows feel busted

When I go home I’m covered in sweat, oil and dirt

Go to work the next day, but wont say my body hurt

Because that’s what a working man supposed to do

But my boss says check your email cause that’s work too

So I reach for my fob key to unlock the screen

Then I realized I must’ve dropped it on E twenty thirteen

I feel annoyed, this will absolutely ruin my week

Cause now I have to go to the building full of geeks

(Chorus)

I T got the audacity

To act like their brain is at max capacity

And think mechanics can’t figure out shit

So drop your floppy discs and put up your fists

Let’s see if you got the chin to take on a straight hit

(Verse 2)

Walk into the I T building already annoyed

Said this key ain’t working, says my account is void

They roll their eyes and put down their Pokemon cards

And said “Did you even try to go to the menu and restart?”

I said “How about you just fix the god damn key?”

They said “whoa sir, there isn’t a reason to be mean,

My life is hard already, my Pokemon would agree,

I’ll fix your key, as long as you don’t make a scene”

I throw them the stupid key, the computer said it was corrupt

They asked “well, sir, did you even set it up?”

Since when is that my job? I’m here to fix F C C

They said “it’s really easy if you follow the screen”

I wanna throw them in front of a train in a tunnel

Because never in my life have I ever been so befuddled

(Chorus)

I T got the audacity

To act like their brain is at max capacity

And think mechanics can’t figure out shit

So drop your floppy discs and put up your fists

Let’s see if you got the chin to take on a straight hit

(Verse 3)

I can’t take these geeks, need to sweep them off the street

And put them to real work that got them shaking from their feet

Throw them outside where everywhere they go they have to meet

With mechanics that don’t give two shits about what they think

They’ll act sick, like they ate some rotten meat

Then go to the clinic but they’re really crying in defeat

They don’t know what an honest days work entails

Because they’re too busy pretending they’re on Pokemon trails

Because they know how to “reboot” or open a computer case

They really think they can talk shit right up to your face

Am I crazy? What gives these losers this sense of power?

Now they taking too long, my job gonna hit the eleventh hour

I give up, can’t look these nerds in the eye

I storm out in the middle of their good bye

Call my boss, tell him I gotta hurry, need the crew to huddle

He asked “What’s wrong? I’ve never heard you so befuddled”

I’m going back to work

Screw emails

(End)