Roll Like A River
Falling down and falling out - part of growing up. Remember how you used to think
enough was not enough? Fuelled by the fantasy of having too much, everything seemed
to turn on this, then the idea stuck.
Well, you could roll like a river Into the dirty sea, or you could swim upstream
You landed more than just a job, got the rest thrown in for free, a world of
compromises, lies, the whole mentality.
Turn around and face the flow, start to swim. The deeper they dig the hole,
the more of us fall in. Every door they open leads to another door. The good
worker never gets what he's dying for. And we all walk blindly down the well-worn
way. The slave driver rules with the collusion of the slaves.
© TV Smith