I Tried To Be A Programmer, But Couldn't Hack It

Get a job, you lazy slob, don't be a knob
Don't waste your life, give in to strife or you will die
Get your shit together
Get off the shelf and make something out of yourself
Get a job, there are plenty
All are contracts to slavery
And if you get lucky
When you are old, you can be lazy
If you live long enough
There is no guarantee
That you will live to see
Your golden years after your tears

Put your blood and sweat into a factory
And see where your life will lead
Damned to work yourself into the dead of night
With no end of it in sight
You could get run over
So why would you waste your years?
You're not a pushover
So why would you give into fear?
I hear you're being treated like a piece of shit
Well, that's just the American way
So shut the fuck up, pull yourself up by the bootstraps
And never get a working wage
Get a job, you lazy slob, don't be a knob
Don't waste your life, give in to strife, or you will die
Someday you will get there
Retirement
After you do your share
Be a corporate servant
Get a job, you lazy slob, don't be a knob
Don't waste your life, give in to strife, or you will die
Just hang in there