By Matt Freire
Sitting in your office
Sitting in your chair
Empty bank account
It’s the world without care
Plenty will come
It’s the sheep in the fold
Millions will die
But my bank is not full
So what do we do
In this life of regret
Everyone is dieing
It’s the Internet
Ya and you see the chair
And you see me there
It’s the never-ending problem
In the world without care
Peering out the window
I spot a fly
24 hours
And that fly will die
And I say to my self
That’s a shame
Bank accounts empty
And that fly’s to blame
So what do we do
In this life of regret
Everyone is dieing
It’s the Internet
Ya and you see the chair
And you see me there
It’s the never-ending problem
In the world without care
It’s the fly’s fault
With no control
It’s the fly’s fault
Fault of the fly
It’s the fault of the fly
Yes the fly it to blame
Bank accounts empty
I watch it fly away
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