You tell me how to do my job
Show me which buttons I should have pushed
And then I say 'I've got it man, thank you for your feedback'
And you remind me of your degrees and working history
I say ' it's cool, I see your point'
And try to end this one-sided conversation
Take the high road so often
Think I'm on my way to heaven
Turn the volume down
End up at the radio station
Take the high road so often
Think I'm on my way to heaven
Turn the volume down
End up in a work of fiction
I don't want to fight
But i don't like your sight
I'm trying to be nice
Trying to be polite
It's not you I hate
It's the way you see me
Your near sightedness, sir,
Shapes the corporate policy
It's not you I hate
It's the way you're treating me,
Your fantasies, sir,
Change the course of history
Are you kidding me?
Not him again
I can't even begin
I can't stand it anymore
Take the high road so often
Think I'm on my way to heaven
Turn the volume down
End up at the radio station
Take the high road so often
Think I'm on my way to heaven
Turn the volume down
End up in a work of fiction
Take the high road so often
Think I'm on my way to heaven
Turn the volume down
End up hating my vocation
Take the high road so often
Think I'm on my way to heaven
Turn the volume down
Get a standing ovation