Brother Jimmy, stop a while, take a seat and listen ... Listen to the whoosh of the A/C ebb and flow... It seems imbibing corporate rules and little lies that glisten Is not a healthy diet, don't you know(?)
This place has got you sick and tired and haggard as a hound But bless your soul with rock, and roll your eyes, you stilted hack, Though this time, maybe, wait until review time comes around, "The man" is just the man to hold you back
We find that just a tad of mirth to hide the grit-teeth might, Just be the way to keep the ship from sinking. And when the pounding's in my head, my eyelids clamp down tight, My prayer then, is reign me in, and guard me from free thinking
Things would be easier if I were a mindless robot.