He looks back to the days when the lyrics and chords meant everything
These days he stares at the screen so complacent and without dreams
Change, but he can't hide it that's the story of an average man
He needs goods and services for which he pays a premium
Just a display for his neighbors dot-comers who earned a fortune
Change, but we can't hide it that's the story of an average man
Take us to our cubicles today
And it's the hell we make o.k.
Nobody cares, nobody cares, no one cares about the average man
Burnt toast at 6 a.m. it's not gourmet, but it's adequate
Waste away precious hours in front of the flat screen monitor
Change, but you can't hide it - that's the story of an average man
Take us to our cubicles today
And it's the hell we make o.k.
Nobody cares, nobody cares, no one cares about the average man
Just when you think you've got everything you've got nothing at all
Take us to our cubicles today
Take us to our cubicles today
Take us to the hell we made
Take us to the hell we made
Can we escape? can we escape?
How can we escape the hell we've made?
Can we escape? can we escape?
Everyday there's something new it just goes on and on
I try to take a different view still I'm doing something wrong
Burning but I hesitate to burn this final bridge
Yearning for a better way to say 'to hell with this'
I'm twisted again
Doubled in pain
A shell of myself is all that will remain
Bills spilling out onto the floor welcome to life my friend
Working but there's so many more will this shit never end?
Too much responsibility I just can't take much more
And when you act so cold it just points me to that door
I'm twisted again
I'm twisted again
Doubled in pain
A shell of myself is all that will remain

Copyright: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Writer(s): Cameron Jibril Thomaz, De Andre Langford, Richard Colson Baker