He walked in, bright-eyed and clean, A fresh face in a world so mean. He had dreams and a heart so pure, But the office grind has its own allure. Pressure’s rising, can’t you see? This ain’t the man he used to be. A smile fades, his eyes turn grey, Welcome to the game we play. In the glow of fluorescent lights, He lost his will to fight. The man who swore he’d never break, Now makes the same mistakes. He walked in, bright-eyed and clean, Now he’s part of the ruthless machine. Swore at a client, let it all out, He's one of us now, there's no doubt. [piano solo] [end]
