Cubicle

I could have had it all If I just learned To keep my mouth shut I live my life in a cubicle (all right!) And it's eight by four And it has no door Well, I get my money from a short angry man (all right!) Short fat angry man Money in his hand I live my life in a cubicle I live my life in a cubicle Oh, when you come (when you come) You can visit me (you can visit me) In my living hell It's a tiny cell I'm a member of the working class Toe tag Monday through friday Ain't this a bitch? I live my life in a cubicle I live my life in a cubicle I don't understand how my life ended up like this (up like this) My life sucks, making money just to exist Hey! I live my life in a cubicle I live my life in a cubicle I could have had it all If I just learned To keep my mouth shut I could have had it all If I just learned To keep my mouth shut You got your nine to five Where they steal your dreams And they crush your hopes For the big machine With your cookie cutter life You're society's whore Where you work and you work Til you dream no more So you pick up what is left From the cutting room floor So you work and you work So you buy some more Of the things you don't need That you can't afford Everything you don't need That you can't afford (I live my life in a cubicle) (I live my life in a cubicle) (I live my life in a cubicle) I live my life in a cubicle