The workspace is a filth den covered in grime
5th generation tax attorney is my profession
Worn thin from immersion in the citizenry's financial crime
The breadth of my day is spent in deep depression
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It's in the alley where I make use of my little leisure
I insert the worldly drug needle and take a breather
Splicing my clogged veins with a good dose of pleasure
The childbirth feeling returns and sizzles in ether
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It's too late for me; I cannot tweak my life nor change
My casket I have already bought and store it at home
Where I sit tortured like a baboon that suffers from mange
The bluntness of my rage sticks deep like a 10 watt ohm
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With luck I'll not make it to work tomorrow but die from hernia
And i'll finally get to use that nifty casket and burn with pyromania