The Man Who Got a Job

Let me tell you all a story

About a man who got a job

And for once he was quite normal

A nameless face inside a mob

All the others grew quite fond

Of his laughter and his smile

Although he knew it wouldn't last

They prayed he'd stay for a while

He knew the drugs would overtake him

The sadness would claim him too

Still he worked his little job

With no idea of what to do

He began to grow so lonely

Always wearing his facade

He worked long hours everyday

And went home feeling rather odd

Then one night they overtook him

All the sadness and the drugs

In his chest he felt a squirming

Like a thousand angry bugs

He walked across the railroad

In the freezing night-time rain

Finally he knew his purpose

As he ran to meet the train

It all happened pretty quickly

It all happened in a rush

And as his shift began that morning

They found his body in the brush