Of this game I am tired,
Working all day,
Paying taxes for shoddy service,
Living life society's way.

I've had enough of this,
Bowing my head to the boss,
Grafting until my arms drop off,
Of this life I do not give a toss.

Well I am escaping,
I will rebel with clout,
Come forth ye oppressed people,
Join me..."I WANT OUT!"

I throw down my uniform,
And storm through the door,
A chorus of angry boss protest
Forms the signature of my encore.

I live alone in a wooden hut,
Hunting game from the forest,
Living life quaint and peacefully,
While my comrades are put to the test.

I walked away from this common life,
I have escaped the wrath of the grindstone,
I care not if the corporations stand tall,
This is my life now, totally alone.

I have no regrets about leaving it behind,
For this is one slave they won't see again,
And never shall my hands bleed from work,
Nor shall I see my happiness slain...