I sit inside a box all day
While all the others laugh and play
"A desk job is nice" they said
Now all I want is to bang my head
Against these walls
And bathroom stalls
Thirteenth story blues.
Maybe I'll find another way
Maybe on another day
Or I could just lay in bed
Lay there 'till I'm good and dead
Pen tops break in my jaws
I'm tired of these office laws
Thirteenth story blues.
I'll never return to that sorry floor
Much like the Raven, nevermore
No more ties and dreary suits
I'll trade them in for working boots
Now my living is made outdoors
I'll never return to the thirteenth floor.
Thirteenth story blues.
