Every one is passing through
Like Numbers on a calculator
Your number will come up soon
More likely now than later
The Boss is sitting in a chair
Rubbing his temples
His seat maybe high now
But too easily topples
Slamming fist against a locker
Him and his wife are over
***** or Bill's it's either one or the other
They'll burn through the newbies
Let them work the hours
And those disgruntled old boots
Just complain to one another
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
Don't become someone everyone hates
Keep your sanity
Save a soul
That of another
Or your own