Oil slick in my dinner
It makes me sick, in the air anyhow
And the dream upon my lips
Is getting thinner with each day
And yet I'm getting paid

I get sick at my work everyday
There is no cure but to stay away, without pay
And the horns upon my head
Are getting thicker with each day
I take my meals here
I sleep in a maze, alone

Men get sick at their work each and every day
There ain't no cure but to stay,
Stay home today, go to the beach instead
And their dreams, in their heads
Cannot be found in the maze
Or so they say.

Lyrics submitted by belsen7, edited by dfrank

Minotaur song meanings
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    General CommentIn 2008, I left my job in Boston and moved to San Francisco to write my novel. Due to finances, I moved back to Boston and returned to my job in 2009. I grew to hate it. I became obsessed with all the things I hated about living in that city and working at that job.
    My wife and I moved back to Oakland in 2012. I kept the same job and went on sabbatical several months at a time, living in a loft apartment, working on my novel. I didn't get paid a dime for my time in California, but I finished my novel,
    When I heard this song - around the time of my re-writes in late 2014 - I was listening to a piece of art that captured the essence of my existence.
    It's not everyday that I'm able to identify so closely with an artist or a piece of art.
    This song told my story.
    John Dwyer is a gentleman and a scholar. Thee Oh Sees are a wonderful band of musicians.
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