[Verse]
Tired of the nine to five grind
Cubicle walls are closing in
Gotta break free from this bind
Lose the tie let the fun begin
[Chorus]
Smashin' printers under the sky
Middle fingers to the boss man
Swing the bat let the papers fly
No regrets we've made our plan
[Verse 2]
Lumbergh's got his TPS reports
But we're lighting all the fuses
Taking charge of our own cohorts
Grabbing life while no one chooses
[Chorus]
Smashin' printers under the sky
Middle fingers to the boss man
Swing the bat let the papers fly
No regrets we've made our plan
[Bridge]
Guided by the red stapler light
Breaking out past midnight
Burn the memories that bite
Freedom’s callin’ us to fight
[Chorus]
Smashin' printers under the sky
Middle fingers to the boss man
Swing the bat let the papers fly
No regrets we've made our plan