Rise from the crypt once more,
Auschwitz train public transport,
Punch in your life for the day,
The contract must be honoured,
Buttoned shirt chain gang,
Water cooler whispers,

To the cell again,
To the cubicle,

As the four walls bear over,
All is grey,
Stare at the cyclops,
Burn the charts and signatures into your eyes,
Assignment after assignment,
Your spirit sapped for another day,

In the cell again,
In the cubicle,

You’ll be a pension package husk,
Or at least that’s the plan,
So keep stumbling onwards,
Back to your humble crypt,
Die once more,
Do it all again tomorrow,

To the cell again,
To the cublicle.

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