I call the queen Big Brother
Cause she's always on my case
It's annoying how she always knows
Every move I make
I wear my ID badge with pride
It displays my name and number
When Big Brother has a role call
I know just who I am under
We scurry through the days like ants
We're so effecient, you know
But sometimes I stop and wonder
Where did the picnic go?
Yeah, the ants go marching
To the corporate farm each day
And I'm right there marching with them
Down the astro-turf hallway
Still, I wonder what would happen
If I marched up an untried hill
I tell myself I'll make a new path
And wonder if I ever will
The Monday march is tired
As we give up our independance
The Friday march is wired
As we once again have a chance
To march to our own drums
At least til Monday comes
I look at faces rushing by me
Glossy looks, distracted stares
Workers carrying the load
So that the queen will have no cares
We scurry through the days like ants
We're so effecient, you know
But sometimes I stop and wonder
Where did the picnic go?
Yeah, the ants go marching
To the corporate farm each day
And I'm right there marching with them
Down the astro-turf hallway
Still, I wonder what would happen
If I marched up an untried hill
I tell myself I'll make a new path
And wonder if I ever will
Copyright 1998 K.Healey
