[Intro] [overdriven electric guitar riff, syncopated rhythm] [bass and drums enter with heavy snare hits] [Verse 1] [vintage male vocals plate reverb] Tell the Boss I’ll be late Nah, fuck it I'm just not coming in Ever again I've lost all my shame Dropped out of the race Could the hobos had it right The whole time Human beings were not designed To rot behind A desk and a screen Dying from anxiety [Instrumental Break] [distorted guitar solo, driving drum beat] No lions giving chase Nowhere to run [Chorus] [shouted vocals, high intensity] Don't hold the carrot from my face I won't keep chase, I won't keep chase Don't hold the carrot in front of my face I won't give chase, I won't give chase Give my cheers to the assholes down in advertising Don't hold the carrot in front of my face I won't give chase, I won't give chase Don't hold the carrot in front of my face I won't give chase, I won't give chase Don't hold the carrot in front of my face Give my cheers to the assholes down in advertising [Outro] [vocals become more melodic then transition back to shouts] Tell the boss I’ll be late No, fuck it I'm just not coming in Ever again I've shed all my shame Dropped out of the race So Don't hold the carrot in front of my fucking face [heavy guitar feedback, final drum crash]
