Take Your Carriage Clock and Shove It

In the board room the quiet man takes a
 Second to think what to do
 He's out of his seat and he's starting to speak
 And he hears his own voice
 For years and years he's done nothing but bow down and put up with all their demands
 She sits like a viper and offers the clock
 Without giving a damn
 He takes it
 "Honour forbids me but honour be damned
 You have whined till you got what you want
 I did the work and when things were going badly
 You left us to rot"
 He locked the door or the boardroom
 And turned like the scene from the old country song
 Towering over the table he's lost
 He is drunk with it all
 "You only
 Came back to us when we'd turned it around
 When we'd rescued your arse from the fire
 Your contribution to all that we did was to say
 it was dire"
 "Night after day after night I've been working
 Despite of you fucking us all
 Now I'm going to die I don't care if you cry
 Just please leave me alone
 And spare your tears from yourself
 We've had those till we're sick
 You should leave while you still have the chance"
 The others were shocked at this shameless disgrace
 At the end of an honoured career
 He paused in the silence to pull down his tie
 And observe the melee