All My Friends Have Jobs Lyrics

All my friends have jobs

And I've got nothing to do

I hope that your boss dies

So that I

Can drink this bottle with you

We can push him off a cliff

Or we can throw him down a well

Or I can do it myself

Don't worry bout me

Already going to hell

Oh it's just me and this bottle

And we're a pitiful sight

So I'll cut the brakes

On your boss's car

And we can drink all night

Think I can rig the elevator

A fatal calamity with a stapler

Why don't you call in sick

Your boss is a dick

And we can feed him to the gators

Maybe there's poison in his coffee

A trip and fall into the shredder

Toss his body in the sea

Then you'll come drink with me and

Make this cheap booze taste better

All my friends have jobs

And I've got nothing to do

I hope that your boss dies

So that I

Can drink this bottle with you

All my friends have jobs

Oh it's true

All I want, All I want, All I want's

To drink this bottle with you