The Hanging Bandits - Bedroom Singles, Vol. 2: Existential Nights

Trepanning for Gold

Sitting in the office
Holding a pen erect on the table
Pressed firm between my fingers
With wet ink toward the ceiling
And I'm about ten seconds
From headbutting the cunt

Can I get overtime then?
With my head nailed to the counter
Would productivity even dip?

One less staff room conversation
About work or interior design or
Tales from a Half Alive H.R Man
His draught beer festival weekend
And his weather complaints
And his back and his knees ache
I swear I'm turning impotent just listening

Reminds me of an article
About some Alpert era hippie who
Figured he'd achieve higher consciousness
If he drilled a hole in his skull
Trepanning for Gold

And staring at the ink spot
I wonder if this is what he meant

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Writer(s): Andrew Fletcher
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