High clerk, low salary

Years ago I started smoking weed

before I went to work

My salary was way too low

I’d be highest of the clerks

As long as I do what I must and make my boss a dime

I‘ll always pull up high to work and ace it every time

Thinking I‘ll get caught some day 

I kept on doing drugs

But slowly it ocurred to me

They didn‘t know I was

Nor did they care

For every day 

An eerie shadow lurked

The master didn‘t need my mind

He only needs my work

And here I am, a decade past

I stick it to the man

The man who doesn‘t think of me

I‘m part of all his plans

And if they know how much I smoke

They‘ll surely have a laughing fit

This fool must think we still don‘t know

He doesn‘t know the half of it