[Verse 1]
It's sad but acceptable you're a receptacale
I've emptied you out now its time to refill you
Pretending you're nice is a useful device
When you are dealing with people that may want to k** you
As workplaces go it's inhabitable
The suggestion of fresh air, the sense of a window
Most of the time I just look at the ground
And my family portrait I keep it face down
To say I'm A1 would be alphanumerical
People in cubicals should not be sheperical
[Chorus]
You man the telesales, I'll bite my fingernails
You take my temperature, I'll check your curvature
You start the revolution, burn the furniture
I'll make the overtures
I'll make the overtures
With movements ungraceful we rose from the table
And danced like a drunk girl on a mechanical bull
All there could see it was her leading me
I was footless and free, she were willing me able
Being an a**hole is just one of the symptoms
People in gla**houses should not throw tantrums
[Chorus]
You man the telesales
I'll bite my fingernails
You take my temperature
I'll check your curvature
You start the revolution, burn the furniture
I'll make the overtures I'll make the overtures
I'll make the overtures I'll make the overtures
Even if there is no witness, and there is no sound
It's a nasty business
Lets run it into the ground