Sit Pretty کے بول

Lines and rows, rows and lines Boundaries you don't dare go outside Take your beating with a smile Everything is now for sale What's the price of a stolen life? What's the salary to line up like a soldier? Then march into the sea? Seen and heard about their new advances King convenience got a new crown I'd rather be left behind Then be a well trained failure So let's take a commercial break Pause this masterpiece The only words from our sponsors are "you can't have anything" There's a window I've been trying to look out There's some scenery I've never seen before But a few say this cannot be allowed Keep your heads and hands inside Keep your single file lines Keep it to yourself Voices said to me You don't need a fucking cubicle to be free I'll sit all alone and play guitar for hours In this crumbling room I call home now Who's to say that dreams are not allowed Can you understand me now? I'm screaming it loud I step back and take a look in from the outside I see neon signs and traffic lights and lost time