Flemmings - Cubicle Twitch Lingo Lyrics

I've lived so long
I must go and say hello
Under the barking tree
When all it ever needed
Was only my bad taste

Without the spade over my head
In life it's easy to play dead

They got their cubicle
They got their rat race
They got their fat chains
They got their fat lips
You got soil made for them
But what are they
Out of the shade

It goes round and round
But I'm not sea sick
It goes round and round
But I'm not sea sick

We are live
Captured in a box
When comes the day I know
My worth is higher than you

Some of them talked
The nines just walked
Lots had beards on their heads
Others only headed for the beds
Some stood up and said
Others called taxman instead