Corporate Space

Asphyxiating on his boring neck-tie His dreams were smothered long ago Aimless job, inconsequential Six feet down in a corporate rat-hole Things aren't always what they seem Corporate space in between Drunk on their own self-importance Director strut with executive sneer Do as I say, and not as I do Drive humanity the hell out of here Things aren't always what they seem Corporate space in between At night he frees himself from the neck-tie Shake off the shackles of the pigeonhole blues Mascara, rouge and red-ruby lipstick Fish net stockings and high heel shoes Things aren't always what they seem Corporate space in between In the club, he's shakin his groove thing The feel of freedom, man he's in the zone Down on the floor, director's beggin and pleading Desperate dog, baby throw him a bone Things aren't always what they seem Corporate space with Vaseline