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What the f*** are we really doing with our lives? Are we all for sale? Why do we put ourselves in this madness without ever even stop for a second to ask why? What happened to our dreams we had when we where kids? Is this all worth it for the potential of early retirement, 1-2 weeks of vacation every year and with stress and frustration that put together would be enough fuel to send us all on a trip to the moon?
Every instrument played by me, except the drums.
Peace!
Every instrument played by me, except the drums.
Peace!
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Lyrics
[ america, inc. ]
my name is Zoë
i am six years old
when i grow up
i want to become
a famous ballerina
a man needs to work, every morning he rides, on the subway from life, in the building of glass climbing the corporate ladder together with other business suit's
they will have a whole day to be nasty, cold and cruel
backstabbing, behind closed door meetings, this is their fuel
welcome to CORPORATE AMERICA, welcome my dear friend
sign these contracts give us your soul, welcome to the DOLLAR RACE
welcome to CORPORATE AMERICA, work for free, work overtime
in a few years you'll become our CEO, be strong enough and fight
a man needs to lie, pretend to be a friend, he needs to talk behind your back while he keeps his white smile, he wants to move into your cubicle when you're gone
he will have a whole day of making plans that will help him sink
thus who needs to be removed from the great AMERICA, INC.
my name is Zoë
i am six years old
when i grow up
i want to become
a famous ballerina
© MKN05
my name is Zoë
i am six years old
when i grow up
i want to become
a famous ballerina
a man needs to work, every morning he rides, on the subway from life, in the building of glass climbing the corporate ladder together with other business suit's
they will have a whole day to be nasty, cold and cruel
backstabbing, behind closed door meetings, this is their fuel
welcome to CORPORATE AMERICA, welcome my dear friend
sign these contracts give us your soul, welcome to the DOLLAR RACE
welcome to CORPORATE AMERICA, work for free, work overtime
in a few years you'll become our CEO, be strong enough and fight
a man needs to lie, pretend to be a friend, he needs to talk behind your back while he keeps his white smile, he wants to move into your cubicle when you're gone
he will have a whole day of making plans that will help him sink
thus who needs to be removed from the great AMERICA, INC.
my name is Zoë
i am six years old
when i grow up
i want to become
a famous ballerina
© MKN05
country john
i f**king love your voice mikki !
and i think out of all your posts . . .
this song really brings it to the front.
this is a great song . . .
with brilliant structure, playing and narrative.
i can see a wonderfull video going with this . . .
. . . a city scene folding into a kaleidoscopic
stage-show with dancing girls, horses, jugglers,
elephants, and you in the middle in a sparkly suit !
fantastic !
9's
cj