Rejected again, I’m unemployable
Dejected again, unenjoyable
But I got fishnet stockings on, feeling neat
I’ll dance my bleeding heart out, undefeated
I’ll keep trying to be another wage-drone
In a capitalist landscape that wants me gone
I don’t care anymore, I know I am qualified
Don’t care about my failings being quantified
I’m ready to dance, I’m ready to go
Where I’ll end up, I do not know
But whereever it is, it’s where I’m meant to be
Tonight I’ll let loose, and pretend I am free