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I nod at the guy
In the room next door
His name's Jim
He's Jonathan's kid from the fourth floor
This kind of scene
Happens every day
We light cigars in meetings
Call it work the Fundamyun way
Company funerals
A team-building trend
Mom's ashes rest in the breakroom stock
Next to where our lunches blend
We're waiting for some healing
Smiles masking what's beneath the floor
Her husband's out there reeling
On a sea-doo with grim offshore
And when things collapse
We laugh it off
Only a few of us here
Are ready for the final cough
Some guy at the rival firm's gone viral
Still sending emails from his ancient kindle
He kinda looks like the accountant next door
Except notifications didn't make his world dwindle
Company funerals
A team-building trend
Mom's ashes rest in the breakroom stock
Next to where our lunches blend
We're waiting for some healing
Smiles masking what's beneath the floor
Her husband's out there reeling
On a sea-doo with grim offshore
And when things collapse
We laugh it off
Only a few of us here
Are ready for the final cough
Some guy at the rival firm's gone viral
Still sending emails from his ancient kindle
He kinda looks like the accountant next door
Except notifications didn't make his world dwindle
We're waiting for some healing
Smiles masking what's beneath the floor
Her husband's out there reeling
On a sea-doo with grim offshore
The clock strikes six
And we pack up our lives
Another day in the cycle
Where nothing truly thrives