Corporate Psychopath

Another drink, another smoke, another pill Another line, another toke, a cheap thrill Another kiss, another bed, beats a hand The search goes on until the next one night stand

Another snooze, another cup, a sore head Another call, apologise for what I said Suit up, working week, ball and chain Five more days till I can cut loose once again

Another black out, no regrets, I’m still young Can’t remember who told me this was fun Another friend, evidence I fit in Perfect pretending to care how they’ve been

Boardroom beckons, decades pass like a day I’ll control what you all do and say I’m the man, making money, not a bum Not a loser wasting life playing drums