Trapped in the Cube

Trapped in the Cube
Oh it’s the same thing every day, you wake up from the second snooze
Your heart out of beat and you try to pull together your mind
You walk out of your place and get onto a bus
You think of where for lunch and whether to go back to the record store
The same strange faces in the elevator
The same seriousness and the same professionalism
You’re looking at the door, reflection of yourself
Get ready for the wasting into another day

You got the punctuality, the perfect punctuality
It’s half an hour late as usual, no one really cares
You walk to your desk and turn on your computer
You are staring at your screen, pulling together your mind
Oh what to do now? What to do next?
You’ve lost the task list, you’ve lost the agenda
Oh what have I done? What’s to be done?
You’re losing the track and you can never move back
‘Cause you are trapped in a cube

You can never get away from the cube where you are trapped
You’re chained to your desk with your screen and your mouse
You should never think of anything and you will get your meager wage
You will never escape from the suit where you are caged
You’re chained by your tie like a dog with a badge
You should never be creative, just enjoy your peonage

Oh it’s the same thing every day, you wake up from the second snooze
Your heart out of beat and you try to pull together your mind
You walk out of your place and get onto a bus
You think of where for lunch and whether to go back to the record store
The same strange faces in the elevator
The same seriousness and the same professionalism
You’re looking at the door, reflection of yourself
Get ready for the wasting into another day