Salary Man

I look back on all the times
 When I was rude or unkind
 To someone just trying to help me
 So often there's no time to think
 I know my body
 I vomit into the sink
 And that's okay
 I am a salary man
 I want cigarettes from Japan
 That taste like oranges
 I miss our talks over coffee
 Nothing says "home" like a basket of folded white shirts
 We can forgive, but we will forget
 Even when everyone talks about it
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 The snake sleeps
 I can't get home
 No TTC
 I didn't charge my cell phone last night
 They say a man (Hey man)
 Should go to work (Go to work)
 And not come home (Not come home)
 Just to feel like a jerk
 Well, that's half-true
 I am a salary man
 Singing to a rock-roll band
 Happy happy joy joy
 My failures are put out to pasture
 I gaze through the window; there is still poetry there
 We can forgive but we can't forget
 No, not when no one shuts up about it
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 Salary man sleep on public benches
 Next to the street
 In their new suits, shiny blue ties
 Polished black boots, scratchy red eyes
 In the morning, crawling to the office
 You can hear them sing "Good morning" to their bosses
 Oh, dead-eyed snake deep under the ground
 Dancing in the dark, slithering around
 I wanna go home
 Let me go home
 I wanna go home
 Let me go
 Nobody loves me like you do