Pencil Pusher (Lyrics)

Sitting safely behind your desk Think you can make my life a real drag Just what gives you the right to treat me like dirt I'd like to punch you in the nose All you ever give me is dirty looks, question lists You're just slurping coffee with those other jerks Then you call me a parasite 'cause I don't work I feel reduced to a number, a nameless code It sure would be fun to make your computer explode Give false information you're unable to rub And get your little ministry of red tape all fucked-up