Staff Meeting Lyrics

(Between the Hours of 'Servitude' and 'Sniveling
Ingrate')

And at the end of the night...
We'll return to our somber sleepy
lives
Head back to work
Rub our eyes and wonder
"Was it all in my
mind?"
Cause the rent needs paying
And each mouth has to eat
Love nor ideals
can cover bills
It's all a pipe dream

So there you are
Filling your
gas
Watching the hours of your life
Simply pump right past...
And this is
how it's always gonna be

First! - excavate your hope
Then! - depreciate its
life---
Amidst the crowd and neon signs
Built into a grid of traffic
lights;
Cash and clocks;
Toil, then drop
This is how it's always gonna
be
Until the end
With both feet in cement
Clawing at the edge,
From the
bottom,
Of a six foot hole...

Time's running (out)