He comes in, face looks grim
Looks for something wrong,
Only he can have a bad day,
It’s still the same old song.

Seeking confirmation,
He never stays too long;
A hurricane on steroids,
It’s still the same old song.

It really doesn’t matter,
What I’ve done before,
There is no thought to loyalty
That shits out the door.

He’s a man of many issues,
And he shows them everyday.
I used to feel some empathy,
But that shits gone away.

He doesn’t give a flying fuck,
About how his team feels;
Yet he seeks appreciation,
He doesn’t see the deal.

I won’t be his whipping boy,
He has me by the balls;
But he’s lost all my respect,
And another job will call.

If he thinks that I won’t leave,
Then he’s gotten me all wrong;
When I go, his mind will blow,
It’s still the same old song.

He’ll bitch and moan and call me names,
And say I’ve done him wrong;
He’s brought this shit upon himself,
It’s still the same old song.

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