The land of opportunity, where one works hard to clear off his loan
And the other does it by admiring the boss' new cologne
This corporate serenity
Where you oppress me with a smile on your face
And I hate you back with a smirk of my own
You eliminate your conduct
To join forces with the mass
And secretly you find your place
Near your boss' ass
The math of foulness that you mastered
My friend, you're a corporate bastard
An inevitable change of law and people in thrall
When your boss is always right above all
No matter how hard you try
Manipulation will run deep in this cubicle walls
In this war of words
The tongue is often coated with honey
But it will sting, but it will sting, but it will sting
Cause the threads are tied to the tongue
But it grooves on someone else's string, else's string, else's string, else's string
You eliminate your conduct
To join forces with the mass
And secretly you find your place
Near your boss' ass
