The Burrito in his hand

(Verse 1)
Another Tuesday, another late-night meeting
Another policy that no one's really beating
Boss man walks in, tie a little loose
Got a foil-wrapped burrito, what's his excuse?
He's talking mergers, talking budget cuts
He's got a thousand things on his mind, all in a rut
He's waving his hands, he's pacing the floor
Still holding that burrito, what is it for?

(Chorus)
He's the king of procrastination, the chief of delay
That burrito in his hand, it's been there all day
He's so busy being busy, he can't even sit down
The hungriest leader in this whole damn town
He's a picture of power, a symbol of stress
That cold, uneaten burrito is his biggest mess

(Verse 2)
He takes a call, puts the burrito on the desk
Then picks it up again, it's a ridiculous test
He's giving orders, he's making a fuss
He's so important, he's one of us
He's talking big numbers, he's talking big dreams
While that perfect burrito's bursting at the seams
He's got a thousand plans, a million schemes
He's just walking around with it, or so it seems

(Chorus)
He's the king of procrastination, the chief of delay
That burrito in his hand, it's been there all day
He's so busy being busy, he can't even sit down
The hungriest leader in this whole damn town
He's a picture of power, a symbol of stress
That cold, uneaten burrito is his biggest mess

(Bridge)
I watch him walk by, his stomach must be screaming
He's living a dream,  it's  just a power-trip eating 
His burrito is a hero, a corporate god on a throne
But that cold, forgotten burrito is all alone
A monument to his own importance, you see
That sad, uneaten burrito is a monument to me

(Guitar Solo)

(Chorus)
He's the king of procrastination, the chief of delay
That burrito in his hand, it's been there all day
He's so busy being busy, he can't even sit down
The hungriest leader in this whole damn town
He's a picture of power, a symbol of stress
That cold, uneaten burrito is his biggest mess

(Outro)
Yeah, that cold, uneaten burrito
It's his biggest mess
That cold, uneaten burrito
I guess he'll never rest
Until that burrito's gone
Oh-oh-oh, yeah
He'll never rest

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