MEET THE QUOTA: A Lethal Company Song [by Random Encounters] (feat. Raymy Krumrei)

No one makes a living at The Company. The only make Quota.
An original song by Random Encounters.

A huge shout-out to the ever-amazing Raymy Krumrei! Catch more of him here ➤ https://www.raymykrumrei.com/

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LYRICS:
I just got a paid position
With an interstellar team!
Though the travel’s far, the hours are
However long we deem.

Yeah, the uniforms are ugly,
Not much room for upward growth…
Sure, it’s got a couple quirks,
And not a lot of perks…
We’re risking termination, but at least it’s honest work!

This isn’t the career path that I pictured,
And my work-life balance isn’t looking good…
This Company has just one major stricture:
To find our funding faster than our predecessors could.
(Meet the quota!)

They say trash is one man’s treasure,
But that’s never much relief
When your teammates’ screams pervade your dreams
Each time you fall asleep.

I could use some medication;
Get a therapist or shrink.
But our contracts are coerced, and worker’s comp’s the worst!
We’ll picket ’till we kick it
And our corpse is reimbursed!

We’re fatally financially unstable…
We’re paid to raid one minefield at a time…
We’d take a weekend off if we were able,
But jeopardizing profits would be a corporate crime
(Meet the quota!)

Shoulda worked in retail-
A dead-end 9 to 5…
Cause my performance eval
Implies I won’t survive…

Oh, I know we’re owed a bonus,
And asking’s asinine.
But lowering our standards tends to
raise the bottom line...

(Leave The Company!
Leave The Company!
Leave this evil
Lethal Company!)

So we mourn our every morning
As the grind begins again.
And we’ll slave away till wages pay
Another day of rent.

We would unionize our labor,
But we haven’t got a spine.
So we’ll trip another trap while scavenging for scrap,
Then take a sudden smoke break
While we carry back this crap!

We’re hired to retire from this living…
We’re in the black, but drowning in the red!
No quota’s one iota less forgiving,
And if we live to pay day, our careers will still be dead.
(Meet the quota!)

…I hate my job!
…I hate my boss! (Meet the quota!)
…I hate The Company!
…They hate a loss! (Meet the quota!)