Its sad but acceptable you're a recepticale 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 who may want to kill you As workplaces go its 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 am the one is off and numerical People in cubicals should not be sheperical You man the telly sales 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 moon and sun graceful we rose from the table And danced like a drunkard on a mechanical bull All that could see it was her leading me Footless and free she was willingly able Being an asshole is just one of the symptoms People in glass houses should not throw tantrums You man the telly sales 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