Lyrics

My 5 o'clock shadow is running in the opposite direction From where I go to kneel down to the saint of 4th quarter projections It's a heavy handed letdown Working for a watch when time is running out I'm counting every second down Cause I let too many pass me by (still can't find a reason why) Everybody's racing for the red light Chained to a desk and chasing deadlines I'm not slaving for a pension but an early grave I'm the working dead for minimum wage A nod at the front desk A smoke with the boys on the loading dock Then back into the warehouse to catalogue the bar codes and the back stock I wonder if they see me? I wonder if they notice me at all The phantom of the stock room Another faceless shadow in these halls Death by a thousand conference calls