The Ghost of Corporate Future lyrics

A man walks out of his apartment

It is raining, he's got no umbrella

He starts running beneath the awnings

Trying to save his suit, trying to save his suit

Trying to drying to trying to dry but no good

When he gets to the crowded subway platform

He takes off both of his shoes

He steps right into somebody's fat loogie

And everyone who sees him says ew

Everyone who sees him says ew

But he doesn't care

Because last night he got a visit

From the ghost of corporate future

The ghost said take off both your shoes

Whatever chances you get

Especially when they're wet

He also said

Imagine you go away on a business trip one day

And when you come back home

Your children have grown and you never made your wife moan

Your children have grown and you never made your wife moan

And people make you nervous

You'd think the world was ending

And everybody's features have somehow started blending

And everything is plastic

And everyone's sarcastic

And all your food is frozen

It needs to be defrosted

You'd think the world was ending

You'd think the world was ending

You'd think the world was ending right now

Well maybe you should just drink a lot less coffee

And never ever watch the ten o'clock news

Maybe you should kiss someone nice

Or lick a rock, or both

Maybe you should cut your own hair

Because that can be so funny

It doesn't cost any money

And it always grows back

Hair grows even after you're dead

People are just people

They shouldn't make you nervous

The world is everlasting

It's coming and it's going

If you don't toss your plastic

The streets won't be so plastic

And if you kiss somebody

Then both of you'll get practice

The world is everlasting

Put dirtballs in your pockets

Put dirtballs in your pockets

And take off both your shoes

Because people are just people

People are just people

People are just people like you

The world is everlasting

It's coming and it's going

The world is everlasting

It's coming and it's going

• Artist:Regina Spektor
• Album:Soviet Kitsch