Tourist

Sammy at the factory just counting the time
He's waiting for the punch out
Assembling up fenders from 8:30-5
He fades into the background
Malfunction at the junction
As his gears start to grind
Frying up the hardware
Looking for a window, an air duct, an exit
Desperate for a breath of fresh air

Wave goodbye to your home
Smoke it out of its hole
Be a tourist
Be a tourist
Leave your baggage behind
Hail a cab and you'll find
You're a tourist
You're a tourist
You're a tourist!
Sammy tells his doctor that his sockets are fried
Under these conditions
His doctor puts a finger to his mouth and replies
"I'll write you a prescription"
Annexed with the xanax
Mechanical static
It's automation, baby!
The drones of the monotone
Are keeping him stoned
Conveyer belt crazy

Leave your comforts behind
Hail a cab and you'll find
You're a tourist
You're a tourist
Say hello to today
Wave tomorrow away
Be a tourist
Be a tourist
Be a tourist!



Credits
Writer(s): Simeon Paygar Williams
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