Rather Go to Hell

Rather Go to Hell: A Desperate Reflection on Work
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Lyrics

Finally got some work, it ain't workin' out too well

Finally got some work, but it's not going well.

I ain't got the means to do anything else

I lack the means to pursue other options.

My left ear's ringing from the pneumatic pop

My left ear is ringing from a loud noise, possibly work-related.

Muscles achin' but I ain't about to stop

Despite muscle pain, I won't give up on the job.


Mexican radio echoes up the hallway, swelterin' a hundred degrees

Mexican radio echoes in the sweltering hallway, with a temperature of 100 degrees.

Sun in the sky no rain on the horizon, maybe at lunch I can catch a few Z's

No rain in sight, hoping to catch some sleep during lunch.


Cause I'd rather go to hell than go to work

Expressing a strong preference for going to hell over going to work.

Couldn't light a fire under me with a book of matches

Unmotivated and resistant to any attempt to make me work.

Well I ain't much of a beggar, and I ain't cut out to rob

Not inclined to beg or steal, but averse to the current job.

But I'd rather go to hell than work another day at this God-forsaken job

Strongly preferring hell over enduring another day at the job.


Pry my own eyes awake, shift my own feet to the floor

Forcing myself awake and starting the day independently.

God Himself ain't awake at this hour

Emphasizing the early hour, suggesting a difficult or undesirable job.

I eat the same damn breakfast, pack the same damn lunch,

Routine breakfast and lunch, anticipating the relief of the weekend.

Hold out for the weekend when I finally can get drunk

Looking forward to getting drunk as a means of escapism.


Cause I'd rather go to hell than go to work

Reiterating the preference for going to hell instead of work.

Couldn't light a fire under me with a book of matches

Unwilling to work, regardless of incentives or encouragement.

Well I ain't much of a beggar, and I ain't cut out to rob

Not willing to beg or steal, but hell is preferred to the job.

But I'd rather go to hell than work another day at this God-forsaken job

Reiterating a strong aversion to working at the current job.


It's best to just suck it up like any other day

Suggesting acceptance of the daily grind despite its challenges.

The only difference is, down in hell, they might have better pay

Speculating that hell might offer better pay than the current job.


Well I ain't much of a beggar, and I ain't cut out to rob

Not inclined to beg or steal, but still averse to the current job.

But I'd rather go to hell than work another day at this God-forsaken job

Strongly reiterating the preference for hell over the current job.

Take me now, Lord

An expression of desperation or frustration, asking to be taken away from the current situation.

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