The Men’s Room

[Verse 1]
Fucking kids are whingeing, they can’t get a job
The photocopy repair man is a smarmy smart-arse knob
I’ve been running this office for so long I can’t recall
I’ve gone and pissed thirty years up against a wall

[Chorus]
I’ve gone and pissed thirty years up against a wall
I’ve gone and pissed thirty years up against a wall

[Verse 2]
"Good morning, Mr. Jenkins," the office girls all say
"Gentlemen," I tell the board the agenda for today
I play the part so desperately 'cause the truth so appalls
I’ve gone and pissed thirty years up against a wall

[Bridge]
The fingers that knot my tie are fat with some success
They tremble still so slightly, so far only I notice
In the far off wilderness, a lone hyena calls
I’ve gone and pissed thirty years up against a wall

[Verse 3]
Off I go to the men’s room for the seventh time today
My bladder no longer hears me, no matter what I say
I count the tiles in front of me and wait for the trickle to fall
I’ve gone and pissed thirty years up against a fucking wall

[Chorus]
I’ve gone and pissed thirty years up against a wall
I’ve gone and pissed thirty years up against a wall
I’ve gone and pissed thirty years up against a wall
I’ve gone and pissed thirty years up against a wall
I’ve gone and pissed thirty years up against a wall
I’ve gone and pissed thirty years up against a wall
I’ve gone and pissed thirty years up against a wall
I’ve gone and pissed thirty years up against a wall