Take Your Carriage Clock and Shove It

In the board room the quiet man takes a

Second to think what to do

He's out of his seat and he's starting to speak

And he hears his own voice

For years and years he's done nothing but bow down and put up with all their demands

She sits like a viper and offers the clock

Without giving a damn

He takes it

Honour forbids me but honour be damned

You have whined till you got what you want

I did the work and when things were going badly

You left us to rot

He locked the door or the boardroom

And turned like the scene from the old country song

Towering over the table he's lost

He is drunk with it all

You only

Came back to us when we'd turned it around

When we'd rescued your arse from the fire

Your contribution to all that we did was to say

it was dire

Night after day after night I've been working

Despite of you ****ing us all

Now I'm going to die I don't care if you cry

Just please leave me alone

And spare your tears from yourself

We've had those till we're sick

You should leave while you still have the chance

The others were shocked at this shameless disgrace

At the end of an honoured career

He paused in the silence to pull down his tie

And observe the melee