Walking Catastrophe
You come in here
With your hand-me-down suit
You don't live in the city
You have to commute
Chorus: Image is everything...you are nothing
You do lunch...lunch does nothing for you
You don't stand up for me...I won't stand up for you
Clean out your desk...boy, you are through
You come in here
You know nothing about strategy
Your tactics are weak
You are a walking catastrophe
Chorus: Repeat
You come in here
For the very last time
It's been real
But your final bell has chimed
Chorus: Repeat and Fade
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