Lyrics by Zimmy Dandy

He’ll fit in among the cubicles
Because he wears a suit and tie
No one will ever notice
That he’s no ordinary guy

Truth is he used to be like them
But now no more
He steps into the workplace
And lets out a roar

He’s the feral employee
He’s through with all the crud
He’s the feral employee
And he’s out for the blood

He was once another headcount
With desk job and bad pay
He’d come and go with all the rest of them
From day to day

But he couldn’t shake the feeling
That he was just another cog in the clock
One day he finally cracked
Now he’s running amok

He’s the feral employee
He’s through with all the crud
He’s the feral employee
And he’s out for the blood

The tools of his trade
A chainsaw and machine gun
Are slightly unconventional
But they’ll get the work done

It’s his first day on the job
And he’s already turned some heads
But it’s not him they’re staring at
It’s the trail of his dead

He’s the feral employee
He’s through with all the crud
He’s the feral employee
And he’s out for the blood

Red alert, the speaker blares
There’s a psycho on the loose
He tries to make his getaway
But it’s no use

The cops have got him cornered
But they won’t take him down
He puts the nozzle to his noggin
And leaves this town

He was the feral employee
He couldn’t stand the crud
He was the feral employee
And he died in cold blood