Busy Doing Nothing - Shelter

The masters slave at their occupations

Surrender to their boss and all of his dictation

Never questioning thier 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!

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!