This fucking site
And fucking Nike
Are torturing
My fucking psyche.

I fucking pray
And fucking hope
That Dywidag
Will fucking choke.

I fucking curse
The fucking day
Kvaerner came
My fucking way.

They fucking ought
To fucking care
But all they do
Is fucking stare.

I fucking should
Have fucking quit.
I shouldn't take
This fucking shit.

Each fucking fax
And fucking call
Just drives me up
The fucking wall.

My fucking sobs
Each fucking night
Are finished though:
I'm fucking right.

The fucking job
Can fucking burn.
I've finished with
My fucking turn.

The fucking day's
Too fucking short
To build the shit
They fucking bought

I'll fucking make
Them fucking see
They can't afford
To fuck with me.