Department of Frustration

Song Description

Dept. of Frustration Doesn?t it sometimes feel like there?s a veritable conspiracy of stupidity, bureaucracy, incompetence, and just plain meanness all directed at driving you bananas?

Song Length 4:29 Genre Blues - Modern, Pop - General
Lead Vocal Male Vocal Mood Stressed, Annoyed
Subject Frustration, Fools Language English
Era 2000 and later

Lyrics

Department of Frustration

By Millard


I opened up a letter hopin? it was romance.
The State had suspended my car?s license!
Now they demanded I send them a hundred bucks,
?Pay up this instant!? -or they?d mess me up!

I tried to call, send them email over the web
Their phones didn?t work and their website was dead.
?Respond immediately?, but there was no way.
The bureaucratic creeps were gonna make me pay!

Our computer spits out notices to drive you utterly nuts
Although you pay the bills, we think you work for us.
We love to make you crazy and stifle any creation
We know you?d love to slug us, we?re the Department of Frustration.

We close six lanes down to one, and hope you get a flat.
You can?t get there from here, we?ve really seen to that.
We?re the people who run you ragged all over the nation.
Hope you like our style, we?re the Department of Frustration!

-Break-

We dig up the roads, the trees, and all the sewer pipes
Leave garbage in the sun so it gets real ripe.
No heat in winter and in summer no air
Push you ?round for fun, make you tear out your hair.

We enforce senseless laws to generate some bucks
Nobody?d work here except some real hockey pucks.
We love to make you crazy, ?cause we?ve got a little power
Demolish your lives and get you to throw in the towel.

We don?t give a damn, we?ve got you by the short hairs.
We?re rotten little stinkers, so frankly we don?t care!
We?re crummy little crooks masquerading for the common good.
We?re dumber than a pail of rocks, and our heads are made of wood.

Computers are a Godsend that make everybody nuts
It won?t save your changes, instead of copying it cuts.
We come to pump your septic tank, and leave you for three weeks
Need to hit the can? You can just stand and clench your cheeks!

Our computer spits out notices to drive you utterly nuts
Although you pay the bills, we think you work for us.
We love to make you crazy and stifle any creation
We know you?d love to slug us, we?re the Department of Frustration.

We close six lanes down to one, and hope you get a flat.
You can?t get there from here, we?ve really seen to that.
We?re the people who run you ragged all over the nation.
Hope you like our style, we?re the Department of Frustration!

Break


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Lyrics Millard Music Millard
Producer Millard Performance Millard & Steve Dennison
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