You're Fired - Envoys

You may think you’re cool

When your drooling with greed, all over my books

But you´re just a monkey in a suit, with too much cologne,

A red tapist that´s really a crook

You´re an upstart who even managed to

Fuck up your own name…

— You're fired!

You came with a fancy style

With your nose in the air and claimed you could run the show

But you were a Babbitt at best,

A rat like the rest, behind the facade a John Doe

No smug attitude or cheating lies

Will get you out of this…

— You´re fired!

This will hurt you more than it will hurt me

You can rest assured

I am so pleased to be able to tell you this:

— You´re fired!

I see your your cunning ways

And slippery smile, your insolence is a disgrace

And for your guile statements, your low down ways

They will splash back in your face

There is no sweet talk to help you now,

Never more at my side…

— You´re fired!

This will hurt you more than it will hurt me

You can rest assured

I am so pleased to be able to tell you this:

— You´re fired!