Minotaur

Oil slick in my dinner It makes me sick, in the air Anyhow And the dream upon my lips Is getting thinner with each day And yet i'm getting paid lalala I get sick at my work everyday There is no cure but to stay, stay away without pay And the horns upon my head A-ha Are getting thicker with each day I take my meals there, I sleep in the maze lalala Men get sick at their work each and everyday There ain't no cure but to stay Stay home today, go to the beach instead And the dreams, in their heads Cannot be found in the maze, or so they say. lalalala