Falling down and falling out - part of growing up. Remember how you used to think enough was not enough? Fuelled by the fantasy of having too much, everything seemed to turn on this, then the idea stuck.
Well, you could roll like a river Into the dirty sea, or you could swim upstream with me.
You landed more than just a job, got the rest thrown in for free, a world of compromises, lies, the whole mentality.
Turn around and face the flow, start to swim. The deeper they dig the hole, the more of us fall in. Every door they open leads to another door. The good worker never gets what he's dying for. And we all walk blindly down the well-worn way. The slave driver rules with the collusion of the slaves.
Well, you could roll like a river Into the dirty sea, or you could swim upstream with me.
You landed more than just a job, got the rest thrown in for free, a world of compromises, lies, the whole mentality.
Turn around and face the flow, start to swim. The deeper they dig the hole, the more of us fall in. Every door they open leads to another door. The good worker never gets what he's dying for. And we all walk blindly down the well-worn way. The slave driver rules with the collusion of the slaves.