on, Mary, I can do all this.
She needs a hot and cool pack
when 9 hours of work are through
Her boss is like a curtain
to the living room
Not many can see in closed
eyes and picture
What's his door?
The reflection of the 20th
floor behind her
Back and the staff is tight mouthed
Because they fear the consequence
of the power cord
She has a storage place
for documents and information
a mile long
Since orientation 30 years
ago
and now running strong
We agree somewhat,
I'm like they need to get the fuck off the throne
And she reacts, this is 30 years thrown out of the window,
imagine that picture
Believing all along she was a fixture
Devoted to the ultimate feeling of litter
She's worked for the same fuck
since my birth
and I can see why she'd be bitter
I get along and work at Stewart's yearly
for a pinner and figure
All that stresses me and sister,
she's a sister to a mother
of a brotherless,
Villain's off turn girl critter
The woman had a premonition
that this was going to hap pen
Broke out into a cold sweat in her hands
Started clasping,
clenching the name tags
Unattentive to the dirty pinpoint
And a ring, it's obvious she's fed up
With a passion and wants
to blow this joint
Abolish the mystery of corporation
Instead of cashing in 30 years,
now arrives the log
Neither half is clawed with cause
In a burst of emotion
A soggy handkerchief for the
mother of devotion
Tried 25 years plus
her fuckin' motivation
Pushing as deep as the basement
floor
It's frustration,
it's so much more
Unexplainable than anything I've
ever heard before
First hand, she looks to be shit on
Another expendable, slave to be spit on
Replaceable like Dior's tail,
she's just a fit on
The question is,
how many people are it on?
The president's to blame,
I think the president's to blame
They stick their fat hand in the hat
full of veterans' names
Cross somebody out like
energy item ink stain
It's impersonal, the pain is not felt
by the person who dealt
and owns the deck
Plays the race card
more than you'd expect
Drives a race car,
plans to build a house on his deck
Claims to forget the 30 -year bracelet,
sign a severance check
We're all out of respect
if you got a family story
But it's in the company's
best interest
to just part ways
Like this was a partnership,
they count on one side of respect
Like in a peace of relationship can get
When everybody wants
to be dominant
And be the one doing the pissing
on top of all of the shit
Yet anonymous and discreet
It's not Wall Street,
but still competitive
Like a junior high school track beat
Where the powers just can't
and won't be beat
The rest gets damp,
terminated by the cleat
The sheet hits the shredder
and it's all for the better
And it's all for the cheddar
At the point of a nervous breakdown,
she may sound
At the point of a nervous breakdown,
he may sound
At the point of a nervous breakdown,
you may sound
At the point of a nervous breakdown,
we may sound