I'd rather wake to the sound
Of a rooster crowin' out his soul
Than to an electric scream
Tellin' me "You gotta get rollin', gotta get rollin',
gotta get rollin', gotta get rollin'"
Sit all day indoors makin' paper
Markin' time there's gotta be something better

There's gonna be some changes
Made around here
I wasn't made for deadlines
I'm sick of all the headlines

The war to end all wars
Didn't even slow 'em down
With all of our wonder drugs
New diseases are gaining ground
Stamp out one, another springs up to take its place
It's enough to make you wonder why you're runnin' in the human race

There's gonna be some changes
Made around here
Millions of commuters
Feeding the computers

I'd rather slave for myself
Than loaf for somebody else
Even if the money's good
I'll take my freedom; you can keep your wealth
Too many machines make bodies wither away
You win a free game, but lose the strength to play

There's gonna be some changes
Made around here
Dollar is a bad boss
Dyin' is a bad fear
(Repeat)
(Repeat)

Words and Music © 1986 by Peter Pasco