Drones

This is what they used to say
You work an hour, you reap the dues you pay
You might get laid
In a car one afternoon
Then again it might just be
That love is all a distant mystery
Upon TV
Where the plastic makes you swoon
And I've a mind to leave this scene
A worker bee who says to his own queen
You're oh so mean
I won't gather food for you
And I won't work another hour
For all the cash or anything so dour
As all the power
In the fading light we all think flight, you'll say

That we're lost without your feed
But the cost outweighs the need
And it all comes down
Yeah, it all comes down
To market share

When we fall in line, your world's just fine, you'll say
That we're lost without your feed
But the cost outweighs the need
And it all comes down
Yeah, it all comes down
To the face you wear

And this is what they now all say
You work your life, you won't miss much the day
You're on your way
With a fat 401k



Credits
Writer(s): Sean Daley
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