This little story
Unfortunately it is not a lie
At dawn he wakes up
And he keeps office hours
He leaves every morning
And on the 23rd floor
Unwraps cobwebs
To tie them to your feet
Before noon
He defends himself as best he can
Monday Wednesday the murky
And the foreign Tuesday Thursday
Song of the offices
Song of the bottom of the sea
It crawls around the corners
Where the city goes
The city
Song of night and day
Of white and neon light
It slips through the window
Intoxicated hope
Because of the smoke of a truck
He knows how to give bad advice
And he always says what he does
It's a double-edged sword
Song of the offices
Song of night and day
Your niece helps me in the office
I don't want to go to the office anymore

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