Cubicle Farm

Verse 1:
Sitting at my desk
part of the corporate landscape
I've run out of gas
a victim of intellectual rape

Deadlines, meetings
and endless presentations
nobody even cares about
my creative donations

Sometimes my temper gets so hot
I might do bodily harm
it's just another boring day
at the cubicle farm

Chorus:
I owe, I owe, so it's off to work I go
I'd call in sick, but my boss is a prick,
I owe, I owe, I owe
I owe, I owe

The day goes by so slow
I think I'll take a nap or listen to gangster rap
I owe, I owe, I owe, I owe

Verse 2:
I spend my days at the office
trying to look as busy as I can
just marking my time
'till I collect a pension plan

I make up urgent Post-it notes
to adorn my walls
my arms are always full of important looking documents
when I wander the halls

I dream I'm at an Italian restaurant
dining on Chicken Parmigiana
it's just another boring day
here at the cubicle farm

Chorus:
I owe, I owe, so it's off to work I go
back and forth I drive, doin' the 9-5

I owe, I owe, I owe,
I owe, I owe
soon my brains out I will blow

I'm at my wits end, with this time in living hell I spend
I owe, I owe, I owe, I owe

I owe, I owe, on weekends I spend all my dough
my credit cards will max, when I run out of greenbacks
I owe, I owe, I owe

I owe, I owe, my wages are so low
soon I'll be outsourced and get divorced
I owe, I owe, I owe

I owe, I owe, so this advice on to you I bestow
don't get an office job, from you your whole life it will rob
I owe I owe I OOOOOOO.......

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