Quicksand

The dream is gone, the holiday is over
Time to buckle down and find
Something else to fill your mind
A proper job, a calling to fulfil you
Need to start to make your way
Everyone has bills to pay
And working life will start to overcome you
With your head down you can't see
Life in it's entirety
Become obsessed with all the little details
Got to do your very best
Keep your job and make your nest

As the quicksand very slowly
Sucks you
Underground

And so it goes, they offer you promotion
More responsibility
Sliding up the greasy tree
It's called success if you are moving upwards
Something for your resume
Makes you feel you're on your way
But here's the catch, it means that you will have to
Spend some more time at your desk
Do the things you love to less
But that's okay, there are some consolations
Taking home a bit more pay
Spend it on that holiday

As the quicksand very slowly
Sucks you
Sucks you
Underground

The snake consumes it's tail in the finale
Treadmill slowly gaining pace
Stop and you're out of the race
But now you have to watch whats underneath you
Look out for the lions below
Keen to take you if you slow
And through it all you have to keep a straight face
Treat each task you undertake
Like it really makes the fucking
World turn around, cos if you don't believe this
You'll conclude your working life
Is a pointless waste of time

As the quicksand very slowly
Sucks you
Pulls you
Underground

Quicksand, too late to break it's grip
Quicksand, escape the sinking ship
Quicksand, do this until you die
Quicksand, and never question why
Quicksand, too late to break it's grip
Quicksand, escape the sinking ship
Quicksand, do this until you die
Quicksand, and never question why
And never question why
And never question why
And never question why



Credits
Writer(s): Dave Greaves
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