Everything I write lately is another Mary Kaye and the Cosmetics song, which if you’re new – meet our alternate band manifestation, the four-chord all-girl hardcore punk band Mary Kaye and the Cosmetics, who play exclusively Hello Kitty-branded instruments.

I guess I should just get them all written down and then maybe I can write other kinds of music. I like the Mary Kaye stuff, but there’s more to life than hardcore mandolin. OR IS THERE? XD

Hate Your Day Job
(C) 2011 Dara Korra’ti/CRIME and the Forces of Evil

CHORUS:
Hate, Hate, Hate your day job
Hate, Hate, Hate your day job
Hate, Hate, Hate your day job
Hate, Hate, Hate your day job

I hate your day job
I think it’s driving you nuts
I hate your day job
We all know that it sucks
I hate your day job
So come in from the rain
I hate your day job
It’s driving you insane so

[CHORUS]

You hate your day job
You say it all the time
You hate your day job
They treat you like you’re slime
You hate your day job
It’s cruel and antithetic
You hate your day job
Staying makes you feel pathetic and you

[CHORUS]

They hate your day job
It doesn’t pay the rent
They hate your day job
They wish you’d go get bent
They hate your day job
They’d outsource it if they could
They hate your day job
Please don’t be misunderstood because

BRIDGE:
It’s not that I’ve been listening to all those stupid Marxists
It’s not that I’ve been sewing sickles onto scarlet sheet
But it’s pretty fucking obvious they took you to the cleaners
And I’m trying to determine how they got you quite so beat
It’s not like there’s redemption in adhering to the masses but
Nothing’s gonna happen ’till you riot in the street so
Maybe take a tip or two from Portugal or Iceland and go
Party down the boulevard just like you were a Greek! and

Quit, Quit, Quit your Day Job!
Quit, Quit, Quit your Day Job!
Quit, Quit, Quit your Day Job!
Go! Do! Something else!

Quit, Quit, Quit your Day Job!
Quit, Quit, Quit your Day Job!
Quit, Quit, Quit your Day Job!
Stop! Wasting! Your! Life!