Is the bakery baking bread all night long?
Is the fakery painting smiles on the principal?
Hey I can breathe all the things I see!
Hey I believe that all the fun I’ve had can be put in a bag and manufactured
What takes you back to the office:
It must be something that you just need to do
It must be something you ought to
Takes you away from the things that you call blue
When the receptionist sings a song, Is it wrong?
Is your occupation fun: reading poetry?
Hey, maybe yeah. Signing autographs...
Hey, you would know.
Through all the thick and thin:
I’ve been fat, I’ve been thin, I’ve been skinny yeah
What takes you back to the office
It must be something that you just need to do
It must be something you ought to
Takes you away from the things that you call blue
in the paper it says yes
in the bible it says no
on the TV maybe so
and the neighbours they won’t go
and the bible: it says no...
the relationship I’m in is only to justify...
all the buildings I’ve lived in have all been identified
What takes me back to the office
It must be something that I just need to do
Could this be something I ought to do?
Takes me away from the things that hurt me too
