Cubicle

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