Now is the hour
That I coat myself in power
Tie the silk noose tight 
Still doesn't fit right

Drive to the train
Lest I feel a drop of rain
Or breathe the cold air
Why am I so scared?

Oh, the light's off in my eyes
But ah the bright stuff that I can buy
Now that the suit fits

It's your time and how you spend it
Just that I can't comprehend it
It's your time and how you spend it
Just that I can't comprehend it

We kick when you're down
At the upper end of town
There is no high road
Only a dress code

And the future begs as I
Feed the truth into the shredder beside me
Who's gonna hide me?
I'm shining shit till it's in style
I'm head minister at the ministry of smiles
Yep, and the suit fits

And the CCT TV, it sees me leave
I'm free, don't be deceived

Last night I dreamt of work
But I was naked
And I was going berserk
And I laughed as I lost it

Tonight, I think I'll call my dad
He'll say he's worried
And that I sound sad
And he'll ask if the suit fits