| The masters slave at their occupations
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| Surrender to their boss and all of his dictation
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| Never questioning thier situation
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| As each day flies on by so does their life’s duration
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| You never ask why, you’ve got a career
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| It’s nine to five, year after year
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| Is there a point behind mindless determination?
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| Is there a goal behind all of the aggravation?
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| It’s labeled success, it seems like sheer frustration
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| Like running a race, that’s got no destination
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| You never ask why, you’ve got a career
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| It’s nine to five, year after year
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| Don’t be busy doing nothing!
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| Work like a dog, beg for your free
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| The money gained is used to maintain things you don’t need
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| You desire to aquire all that you see
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| You’re getting more entangled
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| Though you thought that you’d be free
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| You never ask why, you’ve got a career
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| But there is a reason why we’re here
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| Don’t be busy doing nothing! |