Mr. Clark is on the rise, he wears designer suits and ties
He makes the coffee
Drip
The drop
He waits around til six o'clock
And when he withdraws at the end of the day
He crawls down the hallway, and he slowly fades away
But he's got his sights on a big promotion
Lost his soul in a cubicle
Taught himself how to hide emotion
Lost his soul in a cubicle
Don't lose your soul
In a cubicle
Don't lose your soul
In a cubicle oh
Jen was heading to the top
She dreamt of being an astronaut
She surfs the (?) for super highs
And wonders how the years went by
And when she withdraws at the end of the day
She crawls down the hallway, and she slowly fades away
But she's got her sights on a big promotion
Lost her soul in a cubicle
Taught herself how to hide emotion
Lost her soul in a cubicle
Don't lose your soul
In a cubicle
Don't lose your soul
In a cubicle oh
Don't lose yourself in a cubicle
Don't lose yourself in a cubicle
Lose yourself in a cubicle
Don't lose your soul
In a cubicle
Don't lose your soul
In a cubicle oh
