Snakes by Burdocks Lyrics

Christen the ship with champagne. Clear out your desk and have a nice vacation. We won't miss you when we’re aiming for your head. Cock the trigger. Shoot your gun. Employee of the month. Star of the show. Always on your mark, get set, go. Cross your fingers just incase we loose the lead. Lead us, delete us, but don't leave us. I think I hear my money calling. Long time no see. If anybody calls I'm not here at all. You don’t know what I'm dealing with chained to the desk by the white collar on my neck. Scribble on the line. Everything will be just final.Through snakes and ladders I got my foot in the door they say that's a foot in the grave. I'm okay with that.Lips were closing in for the kiss. You get promoted. The finish line within site, I'll race you. Erase you