Quit your jobs
Fake your death
Brick yourself inside
It's genius and I predict
They'll swallow whole the lies
Safe to say you saw me coming
So sell it as a win, no matter what the spin
At worst it's an insult, at best it's a miss-step
A blind shot in the sky branded a rallying cry
I've seen one too many red flags
Far too many humble brags
And though I'd like to pack my bags
I'm still well aware you fucking own me
Quit your jobs
Fake your death
Brick yourself inside
It's genius and I predict
They'll swallow whole the lies
The more I sit here in this place
Clearly holding back my sheer distaste
While this shit falls from that filthy face
I realise sat in the boardroom that it's doomed and I'm done
It's genius I'm getting carried out on their shoulders (It's genius)
It's genius I'm getting carried out on their shoulders I fucking own you
Quit your jobs
Fake your death
Brick yourself inside
It's genius and I predict
They'll swallow whole the lies
credits
from Quit Your Jobs,
released May 3, 2021
Vox/Guitar/Synth - Matt Reynolds
Drums/Vox - Tom Marsh
Produced, engineered and mixed by Adrian Bushby
Mastered by Grant Berry