Text message radio is next, so I thought I'd take a break, find a sandwich
Wrapped up in plastic, the flavors are only names
And the grid that builds the homes tales the shape
Upon silicon chemical grass that smells
A lot like paint, "Don't you think?"

Gadgets make no workday short
Attention's extent shaped-shift by Michael Bay
I hope this isn't the start
Because efficiency kills the heart

Lyrics submitted by InspectorMustache

Business Ethics song meanings
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