Dr Fish Philly - The Cube Lyrics

Daily chores
Send us marching
Up and down tiled hallways

Integrated with the working class
Our system seems to find us
Underneath the fos florescent lights

We become foreigners to the wind and the Earth
Allergic to such simple elements
And we no longer breath air

Though is seems that we wait five days
For a sense of dignity
Yet we destroy it within seven drinks in a short time
Watching our paycheck become a bitter piece of cheese
At the end of a maze

We
Are nothing more than laboratory rats? Rodents, peasants, searching

Is there nothing more to bring to the table
Add to the feast
Enjoy the wine
Let it engulf the strange unknown consciousness of the universe

Is this making us soldiers in a sandbox
Is this making us rodents in the cube
No
We are just galactic children
That want to take our big red ball
And just
Go
Home