for the M. L. E.

It’s a daytime stress case,
dialing for rebates,
trying to find the line between the bars
and in the suitcase.
A workplace gossip mop-up,
clean the shit out and let’s stop it,
talk up the values they deny you,
because only you supply you,
and they should watch it if they try you:
you’ve got the HADOKEN like Ryu.

Take it away, take it away.
We never had it anyway.

There’s no time to lose,
you’ve paid your dues,
they’ve taken their toll and now you’ve got to choose;
’cause life’s not a balance of the good and bad,
and if you let them sell you then you’ve been had,
if you can’t get even, then just get glad,
’cause life’s too short to just stay mad.

Take it away, take it away.
We never had it anyway.

It’s not a story with a happy ending,
because nothing ends while we’re still sending;
so take this bit of advice I’m lending,
you’ll never stand straight if you keep on bending.
So stand up straight and stand up right,
and rage against the dying light;
you know you got skills straight out of sight,
why keep them caged until the night?

Take it away, take it away.
We never had it anyway.

Take it away, take it away.
We didn’t want it anyway.