At a desk in a room that's always too hot or cold,
At a computer where you're starting to lose you soul
With a wage that they pay to keep you from ten to six
At 7:30, man, you're starting to lose your shit
You're stuck all night with a boss who's in love with nobody but herself
An army of washed up musicians sit on her shelf
Patronizing, taking her problems out on you
While you do the work that she's too lazy to do

"Do you like it now?"

When the world gets half away from you, you can go half a world away
All ya need is two weeks

You can't leave or go to lunch You have no health insurance
Two weeks vacation and you haven't been let off once
Suffer through insufferably boring days
You show up early and your boss always shows up late

"Later, suckers," you'll say

And your friends with their brains say that you cannot go back
If you move on your music business degree is trashed
Soon we'll be on the road though, and soon we'll be driving fast
So when your boss starts to cry do your best not to laugh

When the world gets half away from you, you can go half a world away
When your world and your friends and your job and your ends
And your whole damn life starts to get away from you, you can go half a world away

All ya need is two weeks