Текст песни Overtures - We Cut Corners

It's sad but acceptable, you're a receptacle
I've emptied you out, now it's time to refill you
Pretending you're nice is a useful device
When you're dealing with people that may want to kill you
As workstations go, it's inhabitable
The suggestion of fresh air, the sense of a window
Most of the time, I just look at the ground
And my family portrait, I keep it face down
To say I'm the one would be alphanumerical
People in cubicles should not be spherical

You man the telesales, I'll bite my fingernails
You take my temperature, I'll check your curvature
You start the revolution, burn the furniture
I'll make the overtures, I'll make the overtures

With movements ungraceful, we rose from the table
And danced like a drunk girl on a mechanical bull
All that could see, it was her leading me
I was footless and free, she was willingly able
Being an asshole was just one of the symptoms
People in glass houses should not throw tantrums

You man the telesales, I'll bite my fingernails
You take my temperature, I'll check your curvature
You start the revolution, burn the furniture
I'll make the overtures, I'll make the overtures
I'll make the overtures, I'll make the overtures
I'll make the overtures

Even if there is no witness
And there is no sound
It's a nasty business
Let's run it into the ground