His loving wife She said she misses him dearly And she still gets up early in the morning like to wake him up She said life was much better when they made it up She's got his pension check in a frame next to the bed Kisses it every morning so she'll never forget who he was, what he did It should matter more than this Few things remain clear to her about him That voice, that phone. without his calls that he's late, it doesn't feel like home We'll build an overpa** so the undercla** won't cross our street As you write zeros, the boulevard grows And this was him He was a company hero He was a martyr for zeros and the bottom line But he traded his family for the overtime. You always say you want to have kids but your life's over when theirs begins And all the money that you're always saving for vacations that we never take. Take all your money and give it away to some cause that we can relate to Sponsor a corporation and keep the markets alive Remember your sweet hair and how you used to let it down for me? Was that pa**ion? Or just the fashion? Not one more late night dinner alone Not one more goodnight over the phone. There's too many empty rooms in this house. We'll tear down the walls til everything falls down