Life is too short
To be sitting behind a desk
Time keeps moving faster
Life’s becoming a mess

What did you do for the last thirty years?
Sit at my desk, eyes full of tears

All the young people
Have no idea
They have their sights on job and career

Until that day they finally wake up
Looking down a flight of stairs
Stairs to nowhere
They just keep going down
Until there is nothing around

Why can’t we enjoy our time on this earth?
Without the lies of job and career we’ve been told from birth

I really don’t want to sit and pout
But this desk work is killing me
I’d rather have the gout

Work hard and you shall have…
Have what?