Letras
Clock in, smile wide
Pray to the god of the swipe and slide
Tie's too tight, soul's on mute
Livin' in a spreadsheet three-piece suit
Buy more, dream small
Boss is a dick with a fragile soul
All fake smiles and hidden pain
While the coffee burns and the phones still ring
Dance, dance, dance in the hollow machine
Spin that wheel for the daily routine
Laugh so hard you forget to scream
Ain't it sweet? Ain't it clean?
This beautiful, pitiful hollow machine
Lunch break, parking lot prayer
God's on lunch, but the ad's still there
Selling youth in a plastic shrine
Ten payments down and a plastic spine
Dance, dance, dance in the hollow machine
Dress it up like a silver screen
Smile so wide it splits the seam
Isn't it neat? Isn't it mean?
This beautiful, pitiful hollow machine
They said "be good," I said "define that first"
They said "be free," I said "what's that worth?"
Now I just whistle while I burn
Punch the clock and never learn
Dance, dance, dance in the hollow machine
Joke's on us, but we look pristine
Dream so big you forget the scheme
Ain't it slick? Ain't it obscene?
This beautiful, pitiful hollow machine
Dance, dance, dance in the hollow machine
Joke's on us, but we look pristine
Dream so big you forget the scheme
Ain't it slick? Ain't it obscene?
This beautiful, pitiful hollow machine
Dance, dance, dance in the hollow machine
Joke's on us, but we look pristine
Dream so big you forget the scheme
Ain't it slick? Ain't it obscene?
This beautiful, pitiful hollow machine