ON THE JOB
Lyrics/Music: © Ju Honisch

Workday chains
Cut your flesh and give you pains.
Other folks reality
Grates the skin off your inner wall,
Makes you fall,
Makes you fall.

Chorus:
So
Let's go and take out
And shake out
Our souls in the breeze
And try and try and try
Not to freeze
In the icy concrete of necessity.

Strange ideas
Hollow people's hollow fears
Empty in their sanity
Nought exists that they cannot count,
Matter-bound,
Matter-bound.

Paper piles.
People worried 'bout their styles.
Busybodies' happiness
Can be measured in an Excel chart,
Empty heart,
Empty heart.

Horribly
Guarded egos by authority.
Pecking orders are obeyed.
Taking lessons on how to agree
To feel free,
To feel free.