Letra de Busy Doing Nothing

The masters slave at their occupations. Surrender to thier boss and all of his dictations. Never questioning thier situation. As each day flies on by so does thier 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, thats 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! Work like a dog, beg fro 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!