LYRICS

A Winning Strategy
 

A temple of innovation reduced to forgery
The wheels have fallen off the bus, but the pedal is to the floor
And here we are -- let's celebrate our apathy, our negligence and sorrow


Gather us in, take your seats, remain orderly
And "Good afternoon, 682; hey, we're just fine, and how are you?
Thanks, but no thanks -- this is where the ride stops and you get off
We will show you to the door"


It's like ripping off a band aid
A minor adjustment, and we are on our way
Consider this a price we choose to pay


You can only sell your soul if you have one
The shareholders are on patrol and they want blood
These folks are family
Let's throw them to the wolves
I support this strategy


Deep down, I pine for the days of yesteryear
It was when we had less that every piece meant more
But we've come this far // we're in too deep
I am the shepherd // you, my sheep
We'll fly this plane straight into the ground
I just hope my parachute will open out


You can only sell your soul if you have one
The shareholders are on patrol and they want blood
These folks are family
Let's throw them to the wolves
I support this strategy
I support this strategy


I support this strategy

© Austin Taft.  Published by Timewave Music Publishing (ASCAP).

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