I, I go to work
So nobody will think that I'm a jerk
But, you, you got it made
Hidden in an office far away from minimum wage

I don't want to know a thing that goes on in the executive wing
Cause all I am is a Slave to the corporate machine

Stop, take a look around
And realize though your a thousand feet off the ground
That you are just like me
Another Slave to the corporate machine

I don't want to hear the sound of all your wheels spinning 'round
Cause all I am is a Slave to the corporate machine

I, I pay the rent
Every quarter, nichol, dime and cent
But, you live like a king
The company pays your bills and buys your things

I don't want to join the team, happy hour and buffalo wings
Cause all I am is a Slave to the corporate machine