Evidently you would have me give up everything I fought for
My awards and my conditions, you want to sell 'em door to door to door
Just sign on the dotted line, I'll write you out a contract
Never mid the leave loading (you'll never mind the sack)
Chorus:
And when the times a tough, you want no obligation
When you've abused all the avenues of mediation
I fought for rules, for my protection
And this deregulation is out of the question
Evidently you would have me beg for any job I take
You'd give it to the lowest bidder, if his back don't break
And if I lose all of my representation I'll be
On the receiving end of a one-way conversation
(repeat Chorus x2)
…is out of the question
…is out of the question
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