In offices we toil, day after day,
governed by spreadsheets that we must obey
the printer jams, the coffee's stale
stuck in the office, the fucking day-care jail 
as we’re tortured by meetings that could've been emails
we nod and smile as fucking nonsense prevails
the bosses with jargon, that they doesn’t understand
and sound like twats whilst trying to be grand
the office fridge, that unhygienic blackhole 
that turns your dinner into sweet fuck all
as the office dustbin hoovers up everything in sight
as just like a moth they are drawn to the light
water cooler gossip, the rumor mill turns
who’s shagging who and other stuff confirmed
from the cackling clique where the threads begin
in the world of office life, the fucking idiot wins
sometimes, there might be a laugh or two
but normally dog eat dog in this urban fucking zoo
In this daily comedy of errors that we reside
from nine to five, we might just fucking survive
then at the end of the day it’s home to destress
exorcise the demons by whom we’re possessed
then just at the point where we start to heal
its back to the grind with other hamsters on the wheel