Office Politics

I'm a white collar death machine with murder on his mind
 A psychopathic madman caught up in the daily grind
 Inter-office enmity has brought me to this place
 I want to take a sharpie and then stab it in your face
 Backstabbing chickenshit has gone over my head
 Told the boss about the files that I knew I should have shred
 Now I'm in my cubicle and darkly thinking how
 I could end this punk with pain and settle back and disavow
 I wish it were 5 o'clock
 Wait for you out in the parking lot
 I could kill you
 I will kill you
 I will finish the job you should have done for yourself
 Mosh!
 Take a ride to Staples on my lunch hour just to check
 If they're selling something I could use to stab you in the neck
 Maybe human resources has something I could read
 That'll help me practice policy while causing you to bleed
 I take my glasses off and I loosen up my tie
 It's almost time to go help a brown noser to die
 Say goodnight to Bob and take the elevator down
 Grab a tire iron and then put it in your crown
 You know you asked for this
 Fight for your life, stand and try to resist
 I can kill you
 I will kill you
 Put down your briefcase and ready yourself for the pain