DESCRIPTION:
"Quit Your Job" is Thundamentals 3rd single of their highly acclaimed album 'So We Can Remember' out now through Obese Records.

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Producer - Ciaran Jordan, Director - Adam Callen, DOP - Nima Nabilirad, Focus Puller - Sian Bates, 2nd Unit & Camera Assist - Aleksei Vanamous, Gaffer - Ed Renew, Makeup - Tara Kathrada, Art Dept - Kiera Saraikin, Design - Aaron Pajada & Amy Sherington, Editor - Nathan Colquhoun, Grade & FX - Matt Fezz

Co-written by Jake Stone

The Boss - Jake Stone
Kids - Bridget Williams, Darcey Bowman, Kael Kolodochka, Tanisha Kolodochka, Taleeha Biady, Ryan Cleland, Sassy Soupidis, Isabella Kulper, Brooklyn Hayes, Alexei Ashton

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LYRICS:

CHORUS A

My B -- O -- S - S ain't nothing but a S.O.B,

He ain't nothing but a S.O.B,

Fuck a J-O-B,

'Till I'm R.I.P hey yo,




CHORUS B

You make me wanna quit my job,

But I can't so instead I wrote this song about you,

So when you hear it I hope you understand,

The whole world now knows you're a fool




JESWON

Yo I couldn't give a toss,

About my shitty job,

Open letter to my boss man,

You really are a slob,

Definition of a dog,

Wishing I was gone,

Kicking back with a six pack sitting on the lawn,

But I'm not,

'Stead I'm here feeling overtired,

'Cause I don't get no shine for my overtime,

Yo I got no desire to be busting for the loot,

You're lucky I don't hussle for industrial dispute,

For now I'm in the back room puffing on a doob,

While you're bludging in your office scoffing muffins plucking pubes,

Thinking who the fuck are you,

To tell me what to do?

I wanna say it to your face but I'm afraid I'll get the boot,

You're annoying as they come,

And I don't give a fuck if the toilet needs a scrub,

I ain't employee of the month sucker,

Fuck a job I might throw in the towel,

Middle finger to my boss until he's throwing me out




CHORUS B




CHORUS A




TUKA

Picture me as a little pipsqueak with a one-way ticket to Sydney,

Equipped with a CV,

Pristine super fly with a suit and tie,

'Tryna be a big shot,

Score a slick job in the big smoke gets locked in,

To a shit box office making money for the rich folk,

Feeling pretty ripped off,

It was only ever meant to be a pit stop now i spend my days with you,

Hey yo I ain't no saint myself,

You sir have got a long way to go,

Go to hell make that place your home to dwell,

By the way you smell like,

Ashtrays and Listerine,

You act strange like Mr. Bean,

And you're probably gonna miss the point,

It's a damn shame,

You're the reason I diss this joint




CHORUS B


Fuck a J-O-B 'till im R.I.P hey yo,

Fuck a J-O-B 'till im R.I.P hey yo