They walk, they talk, they strife
Their own glory is their drive
They bounce about the earth shitting the next meal
Like gnats around my table sniffing the leftover deal
They’ve got no plan they merely want to survive
That’s in fact their only drive!
I walk, I talk, I strife
My own glory is my drive
I bounce about the earth observing the deal
Like gnats I see around my leftover meal
I’ve got a plan and that’s to thrive
I am one of them
and that’s all I can drive!