Story Behind The Song

my true feelings about my past experience

Song Description

an artist's disdain for coporate life

Lyrics

I can't keep these office hours
Gettin' up outta bed before the break of day.
Can't sit in those plexi-towers
Stale air in my head, and cold as New Year's Day.

Don't know why it took so long to get enough
But now I've had my fill.
Turned around and waved goodbye,
I'm gettin' out... of Yuppieville.

Don't keep up with business fashion
Dressin' up in your suits for all your weekday friends.
Corporate life just ain't my passion.
It's a trivial pursuit to ride the market trends.

Well it's a ruthless world where anything is fair
To get that dollar bill.
Everybody wants to be a millionaire
In Yuppieville.

How I hate the politics.
Don't wanna learn the trade tricks;
They make fraud look like a new fine art.
Gotta live the life I'm meant,
Get my integrity back again.
There's still a flower child in my heart.

Well, I may look so smart on paper, what's it worth?
A slow ride up Boot Hill.
Gonna take the next road that goes anywhere
But Yuppieville.