Don't broach the subject, just let it lie
Keep it in the tall grass, just beyond the line
But oh, an abstract
Concept lurks
A warring, inactive faction reacting
To threats against my worth
I don't understand
What that man has got on me
An income deserving, professional earnings
A company to claim
Well I make enough to get by
Yeah I do my job
Someday I should get a better job
I suppose
Is it wrong to live like this forever
Sediment in my adamance
That pleasure should take precedence?
Ambition is a bitter drug
Ya a poison lottery
Well my ambition is to never be
Another goddamn worker bee
Don't break the silence
Keep it
Keep it to yourself
Nobody wants to hear it
You've got nothing to complain about
I want it all
I want to be the one who sold before the fall
