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