The Mailroom Will Be Heard (Corporate Canon VI)

[Verse 1] We stamp and sort and shuffle Till the numbers blur We know every single office By the junk sent there We carry boxes Coffee Hear the secrets hiss But no one ever asks us What we really wish [Pre-Chorus] We’ve counted days Licked envelopes Till tongues go dry If we can file your futures We can dare reply (right?) [Chorus] So open the doors Mr. Smith We’re coming We’re climbing the stairs from the basement floor Our hands are ink-stained Our hearts are drumming We’re more than the “kid” by the mailroom door We’re tired of “later ” tired of “soon” We want our raise this afternoon [Verse 2] He’s practiced all his talking In the copy room She’s written out her questions On a yellow pad We straighten up our badges Try to smooth our sleeves If courage fits in cardboard We’ve packed ours to leave [Pre-Chorus] We’ve sorted dreams into cubbies “Someday ” “Never ” “Now” Today we stamp “Return to sender” On our old old bow [Chorus] So open the doors Mr. Smith We’re coming We’re climbing the stairs from the basement floor Our hands are ink-stained Our hearts are drumming We’re more than the “kid” by the mailroom door We’re tired of “later ” tired of “soon” We want our raise this afternoon [Bridge] [Spoken Over marching band vamp] BOY: My knees are shaking GIRL: Then let them shake upstairs BOY: What if he laughs? GIRL: Then we speak twice as loud [Both Sung] We’ve carried every package We’ve earned our say If change needs a signature Sign us today (hey!) [Chorus] So open the doors Mr. Smith We’re coming We’re marching in time through your polished hall Our hands are ink-stained Our hearts are drumming We’re done staying small while your profits sprawl From mailroom mess to corner room We want our raise this afternoon [Outro] We want our raise This after–noon! (hey!)