Briefcase

I started out with a briefcase
Official business
And the suit asked me
To ask my boss for forgiveness
And I didn't listen
To what he said
I didn't understand
The buzzwords he used were so
Compressed
Compressed
Compressed
Compressed

And I was headed away from him
And the other slave masters
And the walls were damp
The lights were dim
And I imagined
Life outside
These walls
Five feet tall
What do they expect
Respect
Do they expect respect
Respect

The engine was so loud
We all were scurrying around
I heard the sound of machinery
And the mindless men
Were gazing down
I only heard them scream at me
And again
Once again
I didn't understand
Can I be relieved
Can I be relieved



Credits
Writer(s): Michael Bradley
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

Link