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