Take Your Carriage Clock and Shove It

In the boardroom, the quiet man

Takes a second to think what to do

He's out of his seat and he's starting to speak

And he hears his own voice

For years and years, he's done nothing but bow

down

And put up with all their demands

She sits like a viper and offers the clock

Without giving a damn, he takes it

"Honour forbids me, but honour be damned

You have whined till you got what you want

I did the work and when things would go badly

You left us to rot"

He locked the door of the boardroom

And turned like the scene from the old country song

Towering over the table, he's lost

He is drunk with it all

You only came back to us when we'd turned it

around

When we'd rescued your arse from the fire

Your contribution to all that we did

Was to say it was dire

Night after day after night, I've been working

Despite of you fucking us all

Now I'm gonna die, I don't care if you cry

Just please leave me alone

And spare those tears for yourself

We've had those till we're sick

You should leave while you still have the chance

The others were shocked at this shameful disgrace

At the end of an honoured career

He paused in the silence to pull down his tie

And observe the melee