A Song for Corwin, Bright Star of the Management Team

It's not the way
That you fill out your expense report.
It's not the way
That you never return calls
That you don't want .
It's not the way
That you insult every underling,
When you know
That you're the star that's shining most

You know I hate you
I hate you
Hate the awful clothes you wear
Hate the blow-dry plastic hair
You know I hate you

You never bother me
In public since we argued.
You never cross me
When you see me down the hall.
We had it out, we had to shout,
No one but us knows what about:
And I've kept my side
Just like you've kept yours, no doubt.

But still I hate you
I hate you
Hate the lies you always tell
Hate the way you cheat like hell
Goddamn I hate you

Someday they'll find out
You don't know a word you're saying.
Someday they'll realize
There's no action only words .
Someday they will understand
You're just a hack sales man
Who's been selling them
A bunch of cheapjack goods.

Till then I hate you
You know I hate you
Hate the way you bark and strut
Hate the way you flaunt your guff
Oh, yeah, I hate you

No, I'm not telling anyone
I know about you.
The one thing you know
About me you understand:
That I won't get another fired
And I don't care why you were hired,
I just hate it
When the liars lead the band.

But I know it doesn't matter,
One way or the other
'Cause they know you
Like a brother:
You're their man.