PRS Lyrics

Europe Against Eutopia\ D'you also hate your job?

Na na na, you went to school,
And all you've got is this diploma,
You embaress yourself,
You might as well be in a coma.
Your boss smiles in sarcasm,
He's only there to show ya,
Living in a cubicle,
Is this your definition of euphoria?


You really are a bargain,
You have no way of fighting,
The 3rd world is so near now,
You can almost see it looming.
And they say:
Globalization is inevitable,
Nah-nah-nah-nah-nah
Lateness is untolerable
Nah-Nah-Nah
You don't like your working place, and not particuarly fond of you boss,
Well, you're not making Nike trainers in the Peoples Rebuplic of China,
But you're getting damn well close

Na na na, here comes your lunch break,
And all you do is moan,
You think that it's a 'way of life'
You could'nt be more wrong
Feeling bad all over,
You head off to the bar,
And on your way you see the 'man in Charge'
He's driving a brand new car !
He's only there to show ya,
Living in a cubicle,
Is this your definition of euphoria?

And just as you think it's getting better, fake sunshine in your eyes
You realized you're stuck in a doorway with nowhere left to run
So you quit this for the other,
You find they're all same,
Another boss in a three piece suit,
A different employee card,
It still has the same name.