Lyrics Worker Antz - Higher State, EMC, Hermitofthewoods

Worker Antz

I’m just a worker ant, running on a tread mill
Pocket full of debt, trying to work off the damn bills
Never made it, I’m still chasing the dream
Going to live to retire as a broken machine
I owe, I owe, I’m off to sell my soul
Working for the big boss, living like a big shot
Mega house, fast car, trophy wifey, big snob
Loves O’Leary, watches Dragons Den to jerk off
Loves to read his Milton Friedman, keeps on feeding
Men to his sweatshop, I mean franchise restaurant
Watched and overlooked like the view from his desk job
Above the law like he’s Steven Segal
We’re on deadly ground, with no workers comp
Me, I’m in his kitchen like a million musicians
Part of the counter culture but I question my conditions
What’s wrong with the dishwasher, he’s thinking out of sync
Politicize bars, we’ll get served like food and drink
Cheaper to pay a wage then to maintain a slave
«We have to stay competitive, I can’t give you a raise
If you don’t want to work here someone else will!î
I’m expendable, so he can spend a mill
I’m just a worker ant, running on a tread mill
Pocket full of debt, trying to work off the damn bills
Never made it, I’m still chasing the dream
Going to live to retire as a broken machine
I owe, I owe, I’m off to sell my soul
Walk into the office with a coffee to keep me alive
All that I’ve accomplished, unacknowledged, I need that drive
Meet that deadline, with overtime, get it done, next
Keep it moving fluid, cause the cheques don’t let me rest
Benefits are AWOL and the hours just too short
There’s the promise of promotion but it comes with no support
Cause my buddy in the next desk is a threat to my advancement
And the boss is throwing dollars while we do our silly dancing
But she never makes it rain so we just try harder
Gotta think bigger, think brighter, think smarter
But don’t think too much, the manager has a BA
And he is the boss' brother’s best friend so we do what he say
Even if it’s stupid, even if it’s been done
Even if it’s the opposite of what you talked about with everyone
Day in, day out, the grind is so relentless
That’s the life you lead when you’ve been given a debt sentence
I’m just a worker ant, running on a tread mill
Pocket full of debt, trying to work off the damn bills
Never made it, I’m still chasing the dream
Going to live to retire as a broken machine
I owe, I owe, I’m off to sell my soul