Quit your job we're living on a ball that's floating around in outter space
And if anyone out there thinks it's unusual to quit that job, well, listen to my case
What's the point in wasting your life engaged in meaningless toil?
Wouldn't you be so much happier with your head in the sunshine and your feet on the soil?

Quit your job, we're living on a ball that's floating spinning around in outter space
I mean if you wanna have a job that's totally cool, I'm not gonna give you a federal case
But personally I'd be much happier actually enjoying my life on this planet, dammit
And personally I'd be much happier if each moment of my life was one I felt like I was living for my own personal interests while behaving responsibly towards other beings

Quit your job, we're living on a ball that's floating around somewhere in the vast reaches of space
Humanity will exist for this extended moment, then snuff out with barely a trace
Sometimes I worry how these words might come across to people I haven't met yet
But I gotta get it out before I hit my death bed so I won't feel any regret

Quit your job, we're living on a ball that's just orbiting around somewhere in outer space
And, you know what, that's okay with me and my friends, we're not going to give you a taste
Of our bad medicine and terrible advice disguised as tough love
I'll tell you who I'm thinking of: all of the above who don't belong there. But they don't care because they want the power. Well, you know what?

Quit your job, we're living on a ball that's out there floating around, yes, in the vast reaches of space
And what it means is a complete mystery, seems kinda like it might not mean a thing
In that case it's pretty weird at all that we exist, it doesn't make a lick of sense what any of this is
What the hell's a building, a road, a car, a tree, a TV screen, a nuclear submarine, a socio-economic system, a reason to live? What's anything?

Quit your job