SECONDSHOT LYRICS

"Business As Usual"

Another day, not bad so far
Discussing layoffs on my second putt for par
I'm well adjusted and upper crusted
I take the scenic route home in the company's new car

Another day of business war
Another hundred fifty jobs have run their course
The work force complaining
The boss is saying
"Spread the profit margin or we'll take away your Porche"

Four fingers scotch, three cubes of ice
Left over sweet and sour chicken over rice
Half hour eating, eight hours sleeping
Up at 6am put in my ten collect my prize

Of weekly payments and employee's praise
Calculate next quarter's raise
Take one third of the difference in cash
Then horde the rest in stocks while Reaanomics kick your ass

And when I'm gone nothing will change
There'll be a business meeting right beside my grave
Dress code is formal, all talk is cordial
My body dressed in gold to pass my wealth on to my ghost
As my whole life is summed up nicely in a toast
Bequeath me fortune to who kissed my ass the most

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