Worker Antz - Higher State, EMC, Hermitofthewoods

I’m just a worker ant, running on a tread mill

Pocket full of debt, trying to work off the damn bills

Never made it, I’m still chasing the dream

Going to live to retire as a broken machine

I owe, I owe, I’m off to sell my soul

Working for the big boss, living like a big shot

Mega house, fast car, trophy wifey, big snob

Loves O’Leary, watches Dragons Den to jerk off

Loves to read his Milton Friedman, keeps on feeding

Men to his sweatshop, I mean franchise restaurant

Watched and overlooked like the view from his desk job

Above the law like he’s Steven Segal

We’re on deadly ground, with no workers comp

Me, I’m in his kitchen like a million musicians

Part of the counter culture but I question my conditions

What’s wrong with the dishwasher, he’s thinking out of sync

Politicize bars, we’ll get served like food and drink

Cheaper to pay a wage then to maintain a slave

«We have to stay competitive, I can’t give you a raise

If you don’t want to work here someone else will!î

I’m expendable, so he can spend a mill

I’m just a worker ant, running on a tread mill

Pocket full of debt, trying to work off the damn bills

Never made it, I’m still chasing the dream

Going to live to retire as a broken machine

I owe, I owe, I’m off to sell my soul

Walk into the office with a coffee to keep me alive

All that I’ve accomplished, unacknowledged, I need that drive

Meet that deadline, with overtime, get it done, next

Keep it moving fluid, cause the cheques don’t let me rest

Benefits are AWOL and the hours just too short

There’s the promise of promotion but it comes with no support

Cause my buddy in the next desk is a threat to my advancement

And the boss is throwing dollars while we do our silly dancing

But she never makes it rain so we just try harder

Gotta think bigger, think brighter, think smarter

But don’t think too much, the manager has a BA

And he is the boss' brother’s best friend so we do what he say

Even if it’s stupid, even if it’s been done

Even if it’s the opposite of what you talked about with everyone

Day in, day out, the grind is so relentless

That’s the life you lead when you’ve been given a debt sentence

I’m just a worker ant, running on a tread mill

Pocket full of debt, trying to work off the damn bills

Never made it, I’m still chasing the dream

Going to live to retire as a broken machine

I owe, I owe, I’m off to sell my soul