Started in the warehouse 344 learned the tools and trade, Worked 5 days 8 hours, never late, never strayed. Every rung I climbed, they cheered me on my way, Now I’m in my office, don’t know what to say. I’m a master of nothing, but here I’m still in charge, Promoted to dilution, my kingdom’s a mirage. The Peter Principle’s prophecy came true, Technically in charge but can’t remember what I used to do. Once I fixed the problems, kept things alive, Now I drown in memos, can’t keep the team in line. They wanted a leader, but I just fake the role, Impostor in a necktie, losing all control. I’m a master of nothing, but here I’m still in charge, Promoted to dilution, my kingdom’s a mirage. The Peter Principle’s prophecy came true, In charge but can’t remember what I used to do. Every ladder’s rickety, every climb’s a test, Skill gets you promoted — incompetence does the rest. Now I’m stranded on the summit, can’t climb back down, A king without a compass in a cardboard crown. I’m a master of nothing, but here I sit in charge, Promoted to failure, my kingdom’s a mirage. The Peter Principle’s prophecy came true, The higher that I rise, the less I have a clue.
