Moved off the grid
Before there was a grid

Instant knowledge
Instant Contact
Instant karma

We had space to fail
We had freedom to thrive
We had time to ripen

Off da zoinkys
Ride our donkeys

Live to fight another day
That’s the thing the old folks say
I’m the hunter you’re the prey
It’s just my trust that you betray

Feeling like a castaway
I come for work they come for play
Oh the things we do for pay
Fight to live another way

In me more than you
Less mad more disappointed
This is my world now