Nobody loves me, nobody cares
It's lonely up here in this rarified air
When your whole world revolves around profit and loss
Nobody wants to hug the boss
I wander unhindered in the halls of power
I'm paid by the minute, not by the hour
I've get fed lines and headlines and all of that dross
Nobody wants to hug the boss
I got the pro-pi-etary, in-for-ma-tion, man
Even the President wants to shake my hand
I know all of the spices in our secret sauce
But nobody wants to hug the boss
I've got roadies and toadies, chauffeurs and go-fers
Houses and spouses I've never seen
I've got mission, vision, values and passion
But I sure don't want to be sexually harassing
So it's hands to myself, eyes lifted high
Don't worry about me, I'm not that kind of guy
I'm the cold-hearted offspring of ol' Mr. Frost
Nobody wants to hug the boss
I've got all that want, but it comes at a cost
Nobody wants to hug the boss
Now, it all may appear to be glitter and gloss
Nobody wants to hug the boss
Nobody wants to hug the boss
Nobody wants to hug the boss
California group Floral combines dizzying guitar work with frenetic drumming for head-spinning, deeply complex post-rock. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 19, 2020