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

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