歌词
Sitting in a board room, 1996
In my hand a piece of gum wrapped in cheap plastic
I never should've ever taken this months bonus, not at all
Wasn't worth any car payment, rent, or child's doll
Sitting in a parking lot in 1998
In my lap's a handgun and my mind is so irate
I never should've ever taken that job from that scum Portageule
Now he's got it coming, now he'll know how I'm feeling