The Company

He thought well; maybe that’s the good life,
When you don’t even wonder why anymore,
He used to feel like he was the company’s wife, And since realized he’s the
company’s whore,
He thinks well; it’s not so bad as he closes the door of the company car,
The benefits are good and it really pays,
The back nine on Fridays; maybe come in under par,
And he doesn’t have to shave on Saturdays.
A little job here; a big job there you know you’re our man,
The company needs you so bad; we know you understand,
The opportunity for growth is so strong and you’re a big part of our plan,
Door’s always open let us know if you need a hand,
That’s the kind of lip-service; yuck; you have to wipe up the drool,
Dedicate your life to building a bigger stronger enemy,
And he may be the company’s whore but he’s never been their fool,
He just listens to what he supposed to hear and stares at what he’s not
supposed to see.
He’s worked for the company twenty two years now; and done a better job than
most,
Never really done anything to be proud of but he has no shame on his resume,
Showed up everyday; dying for a while; dead for years now he feels like the
ghost,
Just do what you have to do; put the stitches in the wound of another day.
Well; he’s fifty six years old now; but his mortgage is much younger,
The economy’s cooling off a bit Bill; we’re going to have to make some cuts,
And you just don’t seem to have that drive like you used to; you just don’t
seem to have that hunger,
His stats are fifth best out of eight younger men; but you can’t argue with the
company; they just kick your ifs; ands and buts.
The company took the best years of my life from me,
Now they’re just going to leave me here to bleed, God damn the company.