He looks at the bloat in his fingers and his toes
He's got a long day of lying ahead of him
He croaks like a toad, he's an old bag of bones
He only sleeps when he's having a heart attack

He can never be sorry, 'cause he
He's a company man
Just an old fucking crony, yeah
Got a secret in his head
In his head
In his head

Every once in a while
It's a little bit funny
Maybe some other time
Maybe some other story

He lives in a hole in the middle of the road
He only works eighty hours a week for that
He does what he's told as he's raked through the coals
They started taxing his shadow and silhouette

Now he can never be happy, 'cause he
'Cause he's almost content
And he won't hit the ground running, 'cause he
Thinks his life is an accident
An accident
An accident

Every once in a while
It's a little bit funny
Maybe some other time
Maybe some other story
Every once in a while
It's a little bit funny
Maybe some other time
It'll make a good story, yeah
It'll make a good story
It'll make a good story