Don't Tell Me How To Do My Job

I know they are disappointed in the way I handle things They're saying I steal time and act cowardly Yet I go on through dollars and sales, through politics and tales How much grief can I contain in just one life Yet I go on through complaints and meetings, enduring speech and reprimand Do they even know how much she demands Yet I go on and try to remain calm It presses, presses on my temple, the pain in right and wrong Oh, God Excuse me, Susan? Susan right? Yeah Could you, uh Shut up Yet I go on, I must make ends meet On the clock, a living's not for me And those who control from their office hole Yet I go on, though time is at a crawl With voices telling me I'm wrong Echoing her words and my pain Yet I go on and on and on and on and on Someone needs to know what I think Endless noise and painful dread All to sleep in an empty bed Food is scarce and spirits dry And no one out there tells me why Break the desks and smash the halls Tear the spirit of capital My eyes are worn, the mind is lost Don't tell me how to do my job Think you know better than me Try it then, take a seat Don't tell me how to do my job A single thought brings a halt What would she think Don't tell me how to do my job