[verse] I've hallucinated a functioning printer... mm perfect. I'd press print, lovely laser or whatever doing all those fantastical magic tricks It would ask me kindly which I prefer, "black or white, or full color, good sir"? But you see... the printer is just as trapped as me! The paper jam compartment - we might as well call it for what it is! Is just as jammed as I... By the end of this hallucination it will most likely respond with a sigh... "good sir, I I I I I I I really did try"! [chorus] Boss snaps two fingers in front of my face I imagine what it would be like if the same two fingers were to be misplaced. Voice hiss like a serpent in disguise waiting entirely for my last braincell to fry. [verse] I've undertaken the greatest task... oh the delight. What I do, you know, is tell others they are but a shadow of themselves They ask me nicely what they should do... "what is to become of me, is it all you do you"? And I grin... for they are trapped like me. The office jail cells - might as well call 'em for what they are... Leave us with nothing, and it aint sparse. By the end of work-hours they dribble along in a row, impatient to start their car... boy, they won't get far! [Bridge] For I've clocked out as well, our company turnover is one from hell. And I know I'm to blame, but really can't help it. No better view than a co-worker who felt it. [chorus] Boss snaps two fingers in front of my face I imagine what it would be like if the same two fingers were to be misplaced. In bad taste to be sure, so I'll sit day after day, and fantasize...
