Standard (EADGBE)

 You don't know me so you won't pay me anymore

 and you won't hire me to come and clean your floor

 but let me take you down to the lake so we can get paid

 one more time around

 And your technology has a fate in it's life expectancy

 And only one thing could release you from your misery

 Fight the ways of the slow production on a field day

 Fight the ways of a slow production day

 Until you're real I fall into your arms of hatred and harm

 Until you're safe I fall into those places you've been running from so far

 And you won't feed me angry pages anymore

 The salted windows you will view me from no more

 But let me turn you down so the rest of us could hear

 one more time around

 And your technology has a fate in it's life expectancy

 And only one thing could release you from your misery

 Fight the ways of the slow production on a field day

 Fight the ways of a slow production day

(Repeat on and on)