The death trap of office politics

Fat cats trap trap trap you in
At the mercy of suits and ties, lies, lies and alibis
A smiley face, a hello and a quick stab stab stab
In your back,
You forgot to stack tissues you fool
A firm hand shake, a sliding head, apologies apologies
A quick meeting between two,
Locked office doors of stores
Think quick, quick
Stick a brick in his wall,
Trick him, trap him out out,
He’s no longer ours

‘I just don’t like him’

Fat belly, tall, deep shrills loud, projected
Workers dash, some drool for a dirty promotion
An agent here or there, they’re connected

But he’s a goner, ‘I just don’t like him’

A firm hand shake, a sliding head, apologies apologies
The death trap of office politics,
Tick tock, tick tock, tick tocks in your head
Eats away your brain, leaving you in pain

A fire in his lungs and belly,
White knuckles, knuckled a thousand times
He can’t move on
A fire in his lungs and belly
A hungry belly and no roar
There is no point is there
And he can’t move on

Banging on the chest of a fat man
That has walked away, he collapses on the dirty floor
On some old station in a Northern town
A grubby Northern station
With needles in his arms
And eyes bleeding
They threw him out, so mercilessly

‘He’s a goner, I just don’t like him’

Well he’s truly a goner now.

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