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Silent room, hundred strong some hearing distant Muzak It's setting the mood Tedium here, in his cubicle he's doing his work The same thing daily Papers and forms, staring concentrating on the ledger No room for error Hours on end, takes a dogged man of great endurance And nobody knows Nobody will speak a word, at least no speaking out loud No note-comparing, no jokes told, it's just not allowed No one lines up to see the numbing endless toil and grind It takes so much not to snap, not to lose a mind Here's some white noise for you For your car and or cubicle Music, meds and white noise Ease the pressure down in your crucible This is the world, you and your job in your space with your data Your files and your flow charts And your ten minute break, nobody knows, nobody cares, but you know You know what you are Today's frontier man herding, taming an unending paper flood Guarding the fort from disaster for your people The brotherhood of tedium in your spartan chair Letras de cancionesA hero for our time in the stale office air Here's some white noise for you For your pod and or cubicle Music and meds and the white noise Ease the pressure down in your crucible Will the drugs help? A little music? Isometrics White noise, white noise in your pod, relaxing white noise From Letras Mania