Willingly I am confined to a 4 x 4 cell each day. I must go in if I wish to earn pay. I am attached by the ear to a leash that restricts my ability to move. It binds, it keeps it does NOT behoove.

I go for the mortgage. I go for my wife. I go for the dogs for each I’d give my life. I go in and hope of leaving my cell. Could it be that I’m already living in hell?

They call it a cubicle, I call it my hell. They tell me I am afforded the privilege of a job that pays quite well. This is the reason I am confined to my cell.

I go for the mortgage. I go for my wife. I go for the dogs for each I’d give my life. I go in and hope of leaving my cell. Could it be that I’m already living in hell?

I feel quite trapped, I feel quite restrained. For this I’ve been mentored for this I’ve been trained. The training was short though it was quite intense, now my cube is my true recompense.

I go for the mortgage. I go for my wife. I go for the dogs for each I’d give my life. I go in and hope of leaving my cell. Could it be that I’m already living in hell?

I go in each day with a smile on my face. I chat and I act like I love this great place. The whole while hating each word that I’ve said, I want to go hide and bury my head. I act like I am happy I act full of glee, please god; please someone, come rescue me.

I go for the mortgage. I go for my wife. I go for the dogs for each I’d give my life. I go in and hope of leaving my cell. Could it be that I’m already living in hell?

I long for the day that I lay down my leash. I find myself just thinking each day sheesh! I want nothing more that to be happy and free, but I will not go if my wife’s not with me.

I go for the mortgage. I go for my wife. I go for the dogs for each I’d give my life. I go in and hope of leaving my cell. Could it be that I’m already living in hell?

It’s not a tough job it comes with much ease, I tell myself daily hoping to appease. I need the money, this job highly pays. I work and I labor with hope of getting a raise.

I go for the mortgage. I go for my wife. I go for the dogs for each I’d give my life. I go in and hope of leaving my cell. Could it be that I’m already living in hell?

I will make it through; I will and I must. In this I’ll put my hope and trust. My wife will be happy, my wife will be proud. I find my self dancing and shouting out loud.

I go for the mortgage. I go for my wife. I go for the dogs for each I’d give my life. I go in and hope of leaving my cell. Could it be that I’m already living in hell?

I go in each day with a smile on my face. I seem to be happier entering this place. I no longer slouch; I am now truly filled with glee. I cannot explain just what nor just when, but someone or something has inspired me.

I go for the mortgage. I go for my wife. I go for the dogs for each I’d give my life. I go in and hope of leaving my cell. I know that one day, a new story I’ll tell…

I go for the mortgage. I go for my wife. I go for the dogs for each I’d give my life. No longer feeling confined to my cell. This is the new story I’ll tell!