Sit Pretty

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