Crooked Paper Clip

Loose yourself from the cellphone

Pretend you're not even there

And if Market Management says so

Well, take cover behind your chair

You know, you're running down the wrong track

When they're only willing to pay

When you sell things to kids who cannot

Tell the difference between shit and clay

And who told the boss that you were

Tinkering with the fax machine

A few minutes before it broke down

And that you quickly left the crime scene

A few paper balls and a dustbin

Why not try something else instead?

Your body fluids still float freely

And there's a cam above your head

Put every paper in the shredder

Destroy everything that was

It's about time you stop working

For someone else's cause

You shout "From now on it's my own dreams!"

"I have overcome my fears"

And when you convey the message

You watch your family burst into tears