(Guitar intro)

Corporate Raider, why did you take away my job?
I just don't see what I can do now for money
Was making decent pay, enough to live on anyway
You took my job and you know that just wasn't funny

Isn't that the way that business goes? You've got to trim the fat
So go get a job now, if you can find one
Down at the new mall or perhaps on-line, and you know
You won't make too much dough, your stocks you'll have to sell
You'll have to mow your lawn and wash the car yourself
It's a real bad deal, I sure don't like how it feels

(Instrumental break)

Corporate Raider, where will I find another job?
I won't get by long on the severance that you just gave me
There's things I need to buy, and now the prices seem quite high
I don't think job retraining is gonna save me

Isn't that the way that business goes? You've got to trim the fat
You must get a job now if you can find one
Maybe at the mall or at "Burger Fryer", and you know
You won't make too much dough, no benefits as well
You might just lose your home, and walk to work as well
I don't like how this feels, this sure is a lousy deal
No, no, no, no - sure is a lousy deal

Corporate Raider, don't know if I will find a job
No one seems to want anything that I can do
The stuff you do's a crime; you should be in jail doing time
Screwed me in my prime

Isn't that the way that business goes? You've got to trim the fat
Where is there a job now? I sure can't find one
I call all around but there's none I can find, none I know
My unemployment's gone, my bank account as well
I'm very close to broke, got nothing left to sell
Hope I don't have to steal; I can't pay for my next meal

(Instrumentals to end)