Standard (EADGBE)

You don't know me so you won't pay me anymore

and you won't hire me to come and clean your floor

but let me take you down to the lake so we can get paid

one more time around

And your technology has a fate in it's life expectancy

And only one thing could release you from your misery

Fight the ways of the slow production on a field day

Fight the ways of a slow production day

Until you're real I fall into your arms of hatred and harm

Until you're safe I fall into those places you've been running from so far

And you won't feed me angry pages anymore

The salted windows you will view me from no more

But let me turn you down so the rest of us could hear

one more time around

And your technology has a fate in it's life expectancy

And only one thing could release you from your misery

Fight the ways of the slow production on a field day

Fight the ways of a slow production day

(Repeat on and on)