The Reason They Hate Me
Don't tell me how to do my job
You carry on like a son of a bitch
They got a name for people like you
But I didn't take the time to write it down, though
You have a lot of fun playing grab-ass with the boys
Which one's going to give you a ride home?
Which one's going to walk you to the door?
Wonder which one's going to call?
Maybe the sun waits for you to be shown what to do
And pretend (and pretend, and pretend)
And pretend (and pretend, and pretend)
And pretend (and pretend, and pretend)
Maybe the sun waits for you to be shown what to do
Don't tell me how to do my job
You gimmie-gimmie son of a bitch
They got a name for people like you
But I don't give a good goddamn to remember what it is
You're hoping that emotionless trips gonna pay off
You're gonna hope and wish all day
If you could slide a couple fingers under the skin
Do you think you'd find the affirmation that you need?
Maybe the sun waits for you to be shown what to do
And pretend (and pretend, and pretend)
And pretend (and pretend, and pretend)
And pretend (and pretend, and pretend)
Maybe the sun waits for you to be sure what to do
Don't tell me how to do my job
Don't tell me how to do my job
Don't tell me how to do my job
Don't tell me how to do my job
Maybe the sun waits for you to be shown what to do
Autor(es): Alexis Stephen Marshall, Nicholas Andrew Sadler, Jonathan Alan Syverson, Samuel Morehouse Walker
