Cubicle Video (MV)

5:00 P.M.
Shut the computer down
Time to go home
And lay these old bones down
My eyes are sore
My hands are sore
Don't think I can do this anymore
But wait! I get paid real good
And isn't that all that matters anyway

Ooh I got a job to do
But I don't do it well
So hard to think with all of these other fella's giving me hell

So why do I work here if it makes me feel this way
Wishing every hour was 5 p.m. Friday

6:00 Get home
I call my girl up on the phone
Why she believes in me I'll never know
I tell her I need something new
She says, "baby, you know just what to do"
God only knows what I'd be without you

8:00 Buzz beep
Ripped from my lucid dreaming sleep
I wake in a room and a world that's dark and cold
I shower and drive to a place i hate
The cube is the trap
And the money's the bait
God only knows what I'd be without you