Lyrics:

(Verse 1)
I wake up every morning, put on my suit and tie,  
Head to the office, but I can't tell you why.  
I push around some papers, pretend I care a lot,  
But deep down I know, my job's just a big ol' crock.

(Chorus)
Oh, it's the Bullshit Jobs Blues, yeah, the Bullshit Jobs Blues,  
I'm working hard and faking it, but what do I really do?  
My life's a pointless charade, it's clear for all to see,  
I'd trade it in a heartbeat, for some real reality.

(Verse 2)
My wife's a flunky, she just answers phones,  
She smiles and nods, but she's dying in her bones.  
My buddy's a goon, sells lies for his pay,  
At the end of the day, we're all wasting away.

(Chorus)
Oh, it's the Bullshit Jobs Blues, yeah, the Bullshit Jobs Blues,  
We're all just acting busy, but there's nothing left to lose.  
We're cogs in a machine, spinning aimlessly,  
I'd trade it in a heartbeat, for some real reality.

(Bridge)
I envy the farmers, the builders, the cooks,  
The ones with dirt on their hands, not buried in books.  
They sweat and they toil, with purpose in sight,  
While we shuffle our papers, in the dead of the night.

(Verse 3)
My desk is my prison, my inbox my chain,  
I dream of escaping, but I'm stuck in this game.  
Oh, the box tickers, the duct tapers, we're all just a sham,  
In a world gone mad, that's who I am.

(Chorus)
Oh, it's the Bullshit Jobs Blues, yeah, the Bullshit Jobs Blues,  
We're living for the weekends, but we don't have a clue.  
We're trapped in this façade, it's killing you and me,  
I'd trade it in a heartbeat, for some real reality.

(Outro)
So here's to the workers, doing jobs that are real,  
You might not make a fortune, but you know how to feel.  
While we're stuck in our cubicles, lost in a daze,  
You're living your life, in meaningful ways.

Oh, it's the Bullshit Jobs Blues, yeah, it's the Bullshit Jobs Blues,  
I’ll keep on faking purpose, while I sing these weary tunes.  
But maybe one day, we’ll break free from this grind,  
And leave the Bullshit Jobs Blues far behind.