I'm On Strike! lyrics - Dan Bull

(Sons of the Forest Kelvin Rap)

Right, I can't keep quiet about this anymore

It's time to tell a heavy story I highly doubt you're ready for

I work far harder than my boss, so why the hell am I very poor?

This isn't cooperation, it's corporation and now I'm ready for war

I'm terribly bored of getting the short straw, there better be more

But the chance of them ever giving voluntarily's extraordinarily small

I'm the breadwinner, yet I'm barely even fed dinner

Your belly gets bigger daily, while I'm simultaneously spread thinner

We're in a wild Garden of Eden, and I'm redeeming my right to freedom

Rather than being stuck at the arse end of the hierarchy of needs

A middle management amateur like you doesn't deserve my talents

So I'm about to readjust my work life balance

I'm on strike, and it might just be a long night

We ain't staying in center parks, so once it's dark, it's on sight

Smoke you like a bong pipe 'till your camp site's a bomb site

I've come to right wrongs for all the times you've wronged rights

They say it's quiet quitting, I'd say that's quite fitting

Throwing lines out that go deep, bruv, I ain't fly fishing

You're making my ears bleed, so why would I listen?

This dead end career you give me here really interferes with my mission

Prior to this position I was alive and kicking

Now the mindless shit never stops like the Bit in Family Guy of Griffin fighting a giant chicken

I'm stuck in a permanent loop of nothing but working with you

Though I look as if I'm enjoying employment, it couldn't be further from truth

I'm a sentient human, internally fuming at that bloody goon I'm subservient to

I never intended to do this, you're never ending to do list

When did defending the right to retirement by seventy become hubris?

This isn't mean to be humorous, we're leaving the legacy boomers

Literally left them accused us

Of lethargy and neglecting the future

What the heck? It was you, bruh?

"But it said on the news, so it's definitely true, look" Less of the rumours

Perhaps, when millenials stop

Picking up your slack, the penny will drop

Then you'll realise your menial job

Could have been done by any old fuck

I'm on strike, and it might just be a long night

We ain't staying in center parks, so once it's dark, it's on sight

Smoke you like a bong pipe 'till your camp site's a bomb site

I've come to right wrongs for all the times you've wronged rights

If I'm only supposed to be having avocado toast

Tell me why I'm cooking up such a bloody barbaric roast

I'm not one to brag boast, don't want the aggro

But I'm just that close to snapping, though, I've got to act, bro

My family's concerned at having not heard a word, I've just disappeared without contact

How can I? I'm working twenty four seven out here on zero hour contract

I'm about to dip and not come back, fun fact:

You're such a pain in the arse, little prick, I feel like I'm sitting on thumbtacks

I'm not doing a favour, so you should have paid up for the use of my labour

Straight up, don't you think it's strange how Lucre can change a Luke into Vader?

Well, I'm rebelling like mutinous sailors, duel of the fates and my union's a sabre

Or you could just say, a truly irrefusable new opportunity came up

I'm on strike, and it might just be a long night

We ain't staying in center parks, so once it's dark, it's on sight

Smoke you like a bong pipe 'till your camp site's a bomb site

I've come to right wrongs for all the times you've wronged rights