Tin Feet

Transportation's got a new game out on the street
And your pension plan's getting trampled by tin feet
The circuit judge's been swapped out for a new circuit board
And now somehow it seems I've created my own overlord
My big brother - he's feeling a little edgy these days
He's come to realize that eyes are on him in a lot more ways
John and Suzie replaced by four arms without a face
Nerves and flesh erased and zeros and ones embraced
Where do ya think you'll go? What are ya gonna do?
It's not about what you know; dollars and cents equals you
It's an intelligence schism; now they drive and I don't
Hostage by algorithm - remote a la remote
Human resource converted so don't look so dismayed
90 percent of jobs converted and low sustainability is conveyed



Credits
Writer(s): Matthew James Smith, Scott Carl Smith
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