It's not what you want    But you'll take what you get   Why waste your time?    Looking sharp boy   Hair is just right   Tie is on tight for eight hours every day now   You cannot breathe   No time for yourself   What if your paperwork caught on fire?   Wasting away, blink of an age   Tie is on tight, oh so tight, and it chokes you   Days turn to weeks   Weeks turn to months   Months turn to years and   You'll die so unhappy   Well, life is a bitch   And life is a beach   You've got the sun and the sand your suit all within your reach   Take off the tie   What a sick day   We've gone to build castles in sand and go swimming,    It's time for our play   To the barricades   We'll take them by storm   Days fade to weeks, fade to months, fade to years    And there is not that much more.