Salary Man

I look back on all the times When I was rude or unkind To someone just trying to help me So often there's no time to think I know my body I vomit into the sink And that's okay I am a salary man I want cigarettes from Japan That taste like oranges I miss our talks over coffee Nothing says "home" like a basket of folded white shirts We can forgive, but we will forget Even when everyone talks about it The snake sleeps I can't get home No TTC I didn't charge my cell phone last night They say a man (Hey man) Should go to work (Go to work) And not come home (Not come home) Just to feel like a jerk Well, that's half-true I am a salary man Singing to a rock-roll band Happy happy joy joy My failures are put out to pasture I gaze through the window; there is still poetry there We can forgive but we can't forget No, not when no one shuts up about it Salary man sleep on public benches Next to the street In their new suits, shiny blue ties Polished black boots, scratchy red eyes In the morning, crawling to the office You can hear them sing "Good morning" to their bosses Oh, dead-eyed snake deep under the ground Dancing in the dark, slithering around I wanna go home Let me go home I wanna go home Let me go Nobody loves me like you do