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This is what you get when you are asked to push paper overtime until midnight...

The Demons at Work

Everything is blank
It's the middle of the night
Your paper's gone
And there is no backup in sight.
Your boss is a jerk.
The Demons at Work.
The Demons at Work.

Avoid email and in-trays
Don't try to be up to date
And when the sunlight hits the printer ink,
don't hesitate.
The night's so long it hurts
The Demons at work.

In coffee too cold
or the anatomy of a tie stain;
to determine where you are,
in a think tank full of Peons, I'd remain -
No matter what you heard
of the Demons at work.
The Demons at work.
The Demons at work.

I call it, 'Please Wait,
The Fax is on its Way
The Dim Possibility of
Leaving early today.'
The printer went berserk.
The Demons at work.
The Demons at work.

On a trendline beyond the chart
or the dark side of a coffee stain
to determine where you are,
in a think tank full of Peons, I'd remain -
No matter what you heard
The Demons at work.
The Demons at work.
The Demons at work.

La-la-la-la-la-la.
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la.
La-la-la-la-la-la.
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la.

Everything is blank
It's the middle of the night
Your paper's gone
And there is no backup in sight
Your boss is a jerk.
The Demons at Work.
The Demons at Work.


Hey fallen computer nerd,
The Demons at work.
From the middle of the desk,
The Demons at work.
Bound for bed without sleep,
The Demons at work.
The Demons at work.
The Demons at work.