THE CALL CENTRE BLUES

DON'T BLAME BEEZLEBUB

Our eyes locked on screens as we stiffen our spleens and our spines are as bent as our knees

The bleep in the ear as the next victim appears and we fake the smiles that nobody sees

Oh, Mr business man if you need saps and slaves - well it's very easy

Just mix desperation with despair -
And farewell to the morals that are no longer there

Farewell oooohhh
farewell oooohhh
Farewell farewell

Earn a wage and lose the self
Why is earning a living so detrimental to your health?

Don't be late they'll only berate
And prepare more shit that you already ate

Oh, business Woman if you need more souls to break - well it's very simple

Just mix desperation with despair -
And goodbye to the human that used to care

Goodbye oooohh
goodbye oooohh
Goodbye goodbye

Work to live or live to work?
Why does earning a living have to cause so much hurt?

And here's the rub -
The contract you signed on the dotted line was not signed off by Beelzebub

It was you
It was me
It was you
It was me
It was all of us

It was you
It was me
It was you
It was me
It was every single one of us

THE MONSTERS BALL

I'm pretty sure I lied on my résumé but I got this dreadful job anyway -
I seem to lie better than I tell the truth -

Oh, I lied on my résumé
And now I'm stuck in this soulless job anyway -

First name last, post code please, bear with me while the system retrieves

I advise while I despise the way I'm groomed to tell you lies

Scratch a living or live not at all?
Join the fray at the monsters ball

Sort code last, account number please, bear with me while the system deceives

I advise while I despise the way I choose to tell you lies

Scratch a living or live not at all?
Join the fray at the monsters ball

And I get so very bored
I cut them off and no remorse
It's the only fun I get around here

I get so very bored
I cut them off and no remorse
It's the only fun -

Stay stay and join the fray
Stay stay and Join the fray

Listen!
For the end is nigh
If you're not living in their dream
You're dying in their lie!

CRUELLA

On the day that the mundane
Begins to drive you insane
Come on over . . .

Coz when your low an your sales ratio
Get in my office
(It's time for more fellatio)

On the day that the mundane
Starts to drive you insane
Come on over . . .

Coz when your low an your sales ratio
Get in my office
(It's time for more fellatio)

It's time to choose
Who gets the promotion
Who gets the lube
(Same difference)

It's time to choose
Who gets the promotion
Who gets the lube
(Go on then squeeze the tube)

On the day that the mundane
Starts to drive you completely insane
Just take the safety off . . .

And now it's time for you to join the rest of the Hurd
Down there by the tip of the turd
(On the tip of my shoe)

And now it's time for the company to toast
Who gets the release of resignation
And who gets the spit-roast

Did I ever did we ever
Did we ever have a choice?

Of course of course oh, of course

There is always two options
That you can trust
(Up the brown or down the oesophagus?)