In regards to the meaning of this song:
Before a live performance on the EP Five Stories Falling, Geoff states “It’s about the last time I went to visit my grandmother in Columbus, and I saw that she was dying and it was the last time I was going to see her. It is about realizing how young you are, but how quickly you can go.”
That’s the thing about Geoff and his sublime poetry, you think it’s about one thing, but really it’s about something entirely different. But the lyrics are still universal and omnipresent, ubiquitous, even. So relatable. That’s one thing I love about this band. I also love their live performances, raw energy and Geoff’s beautiful, imperfectly perfect vocals. His voice soothes my aching soul.
Smithers
Hm?
Turn on the surveillance monitors
Yes, sir!
It's worse than I thought
Each morning at nine, they trickle through the gate
They go home early, they come in late!
Reeking of cheap liquor they stumble through the day
Never give a thought to honest work for honest pay!
I know it shouldn't vex me
I shouldn't take it hard
I know I should ignore their capering with a kingly disregard, but
Look at all those idiots
Oh, look at all those boobs
An office full of morons
A factory full of fools
Is it any wonder that I'm singing
Singing the blues
They make personal phone calls
On company time!
They Xerox their buttocks'
And guess who pays the dime!
Their blatant thievery wounds me
Their ingratitude astounds!
I long to lure them to my home
And then release the hounds!
I shouldn't grow unsettled
When faced with such abuse
I shouldn't let it plague me!
I shouldn't blow a fuse, but
Look at all those idiots
Oh, look at all those boobs
An office full of morons
A factory full of fools
Is it any wonder I'm singing
Singing the blues
What happened? Where are the instruments?
I believe they call this a breakdown, sir
I can't have any breakdowns here!
What if there was an inspector around?
Play a guitar solo
Oh, I'm a little out of practice, sir
I said do it! So do it! Do it! Do it!
Yes sir
Yes, excellent. Well done
All right, it's beginning to grate
That'll be sufficient, Smithers
Excuse me?
I said that's enough!
Oh! Sorry, sir. Thought I had my mojo working
That man by the cooler
Drinking water, as if it's free
Oh, that's Homer Simpson, sir
A drone from sector 7-G
Yes, well, call this Simpson to my office
And stay to watch the fun
If he's 6 feet when he enters
He'll be two feet when I'm done
It brings a ray of sunshine
To my unhappy life
To make him kneel before me
And slowly twist the knife
Look at all those idiots
Ohh, look at all those boobs
An office full of morons
A factory full of fools
Is it any wonder that I'm singing
Singing the blues
Take me home, sir
I'm trying
Surrounded by idiots
Outnumbered by boobs
An office full of morons
A planet full of fools
Is it any wonder I'm singing
Maybe you should be singing, sir
Oh, I'm singing the blu-u-ues
Look at all those idiots
Mr. Burns, you, you make Muddy Waters
Sound shallow and cheerful by comparison
An office full of morons
Thank you, Smithers
Meaningless but heartfelt compliment
Is it any wonder
I feel like I got a few things off my chest
And onto the chests of my inferiors
You did
Look at all those idiots
Why are they still playing?
Um...
Office full of morons
They're not still on salary, are they?
We're not validating their parking, sir
Is it any wonder
They're paying for their own coffee
Hm?
Turn on the surveillance monitors
Yes, sir!
It's worse than I thought
Each morning at nine, they trickle through the gate
They go home early, they come in late!
Reeking of cheap liquor they stumble through the day
Never give a thought to honest work for honest pay!
I know it shouldn't vex me
I shouldn't take it hard
I know I should ignore their capering with a kingly disregard, but
Look at all those idiots
Oh, look at all those boobs
An office full of morons
A factory full of fools
Is it any wonder that I'm singing
Singing the blues
They make personal phone calls
On company time!
They Xerox their buttocks'
And guess who pays the dime!
Their blatant thievery wounds me
Their ingratitude astounds!
I long to lure them to my home
And then release the hounds!
I shouldn't grow unsettled
When faced with such abuse
I shouldn't let it plague me!
I shouldn't blow a fuse, but
Look at all those idiots
Oh, look at all those boobs
An office full of morons
A factory full of fools
Is it any wonder I'm singing
Singing the blues
What happened? Where are the instruments?
I believe they call this a breakdown, sir
I can't have any breakdowns here!
What if there was an inspector around?
Play a guitar solo
Oh, I'm a little out of practice, sir
I said do it! So do it! Do it! Do it!
Yes sir
Yes, excellent. Well done
All right, it's beginning to grate
That'll be sufficient, Smithers
Excuse me?
I said that's enough!
Oh! Sorry, sir. Thought I had my mojo working
That man by the cooler
Drinking water, as if it's free
Oh, that's Homer Simpson, sir
A drone from sector 7-G
Yes, well, call this Simpson to my office
And stay to watch the fun
If he's 6 feet when he enters
He'll be two feet when I'm done
It brings a ray of sunshine
To my unhappy life
To make him kneel before me
And slowly twist the knife
Look at all those idiots
Ohh, look at all those boobs
An office full of morons
A factory full of fools
Is it any wonder that I'm singing
Singing the blues
Take me home, sir
I'm trying
Surrounded by idiots
Outnumbered by boobs
An office full of morons
A planet full of fools
Is it any wonder I'm singing
Maybe you should be singing, sir
Oh, I'm singing the blu-u-ues
Look at all those idiots
Mr. Burns, you, you make Muddy Waters
Sound shallow and cheerful by comparison
An office full of morons
Thank you, Smithers
Meaningless but heartfelt compliment
Is it any wonder
I feel like I got a few things off my chest
And onto the chests of my inferiors
You did
Look at all those idiots
Why are they still playing?
Um...
Office full of morons
They're not still on salary, are they?
We're not validating their parking, sir
Is it any wonder
They're paying for their own coffee
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