Verse 1 The office lights flicker, the walls start to shake, My coworkers are growling, there’s no coffee break. I grab a pencil, jam it through a head, Today’s big assignment is keeping me undead. Chorus Pencils and chainsaws, staplers and chairs, I’m carving through zombies on every floor and stair. No memos, no meetings, no bosses to obey, Just survival ’til the sunlight shows me the way. Verse 2 The gardener left his chainsaw, humming and bright, I rev it through the cubicles, painting the night. Project files scatter, blood on the screen, I’m the last man standing in this corporate machine. Chorus Pencils and chainsaws, staplers and chairs, I’m mowing down the horde with fluorescent glares. No targets, no deadlines, just bodies in the fray, I’ll fight through the zombies and see another day. Bridge Phones ring with nothing, printers scream red, The copier jams on a pile of the dead. My tie’s torn to ribbons, but I don’t really care, I’ll staple shut the gates of this office nightmare. Final Chorus Pencils and chainsaws, staplers and chairs, A symphony of carnage in the stale office air. No bosses, no payroll, no rules left to say, Just me and my weapons—alive at the end of the day.
