The Worker Bee

from by I Am Not The Universe

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lyrics

The tyranny of the industry
rewards your cliched terminology
and punishes originality

It's dangerous when we try to discuss
Our times and our society
For fear we'd offend somebody

It's bullshit, money-making, lowest-common booty-shaking car commercial soundtrack machines.
You can't fool yourself: Buzz Buzz Buzz Buzz Buzz Buzz.

It's an opaque beast with an unhinged jaw
and it swallows all it's never seen before
and excretes neatly right onto the floor.

Bullshit, money-making, lowest-common booty-shaking car commercial soundtrack machines.
You're a minstrel, you're jester, you're a stooge, you're a shill
You ain't no artist, no, you're just a worker bee.

Hiveminded and all excited. The smell of rotting dream
reels 'em in like a penny on a string.
Watch 'em sing.
Watch 'em sing, they go buzzzzzzzz

Formulaic commodity
moves with predictability.
Art's a useless luxury,

Unless it's bullshit, money-making, lowest-common booty-shaking car commercial soundtrack machines.
You can't fool yourself, even if you somehow manage to pull the wool right over me.
You're a minstrel, you're a jester, you're a stooge, you're a shill, you ain't no artist, no, you're just a worker bee.

You can't fool yourself, come on and buzz along with me.
Buzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.

credits

from The Worker Bee, released February 3, 2017
Billy: Guitars/Vocals
Sean: Bass
Todd: Drums/Vocals

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I Am Not The Universe Philadelphia, Pennsylvania

A Politically-charged folk-punk/power-pop collective, I Am Not The Universe sings truth to power and afflicts the comfortable, even outside the prearranged free-speech zone.

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