h e a d

I don't get to travel nearly enough
They plug me into my machine and I give them what they want

Sometimes I give too much

I don't get to see the sun
Except through a two foot space in the window
That isn't covered up - I don't see the sun

I don't get to live and breathe and be alive and believe
I don't get to do something different
I don't get to get up and leave - I don't get to leave

I don't get to use my mind
They churn me in an eight-hour mill
I go home and smile and say
E v e r y t h i n g ' s f i n e

I don't get to have a life
I remember when I had nothing to do and the world was nice
I had nothing - and it was nice

I don't get to live and breathe and smile when I die
I get to be a lab rat in a wheel
I don't get to walk away - I don't get to be real

I don't get it I don't get it I don't get enough