Every one is passing through
Numbers on a calculator
Your number will come up soon
More likely now than later
Boss sitting in a chair
Rubbing his temples
His seat maybe high now
But too easily topples
Slamming fist against a locker
She's at it again
Him and his wife are over
We really  can't depend on one another
They'll burn through the newbies
Let them work the hours
And those disgruntled old boots
Just complain to each other
You're just passing through
They'll find some one to take your place
Your badge will be passed to a brand new face
Here's a small thank you a little money
Every month
It gets taxed subtracted and hardly worth
The life and time you gave up
Figure it out it's not too late your youth is running out get outta this place
Keep your sanity
Save the soul of another or your own