One evening hunger gripped me so
I got up to go half a mile down the road
To the drive-thru
The line's moving slow
Turn on the radio
And I hear this Ballade by Frederic Chopin
And for just a second I forget where I am
Paying to survive
Why am I still alive
When there's living proof all the beauty is wasted?
Then it is my turn
I hear: Order when ready, sir
Take a moment to realize what has just occurred
To think we once were nomadic hunter-gatherers
What would it be like to have one's meal truly earned?
But the times have changed
Now we are the grazing herd
Lining up to die
Still I wonder why
I am living proof that the beauty is wasted
Wait it out, until the flood comes
And destroys all the world
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One evening hunger gripped me so
I got up to go half a mile down the road
To the drive-thru
The line's moving slow
Turn on the radio
And I hear this Ballade by Frederic Chopin
And for just a second I forget where I am
Paying to survive
Why am I still alive
When there's living proof all the beauty is wasted?
Then it is my turn
I hear: Order when ready, sir
Take a moment to realize what has just occurred
To think we once were nomadic hunter-gatherers
What would it be like to have one's meal truly earned?
But the times have changed
Now we are the grazing herd
Lining up to die
Still I wonder why
I am living proof that the beauty is wasted
Wait it out, until the flood comes
And destroys all the world
I got up to go half a mile down the road
To the drive-thru
The line's moving slow
Turn on the radio
And I hear this Ballade by Frederic Chopin
And for just a second I forget where I am
Paying to survive
Why am I still alive
When there's living proof all the beauty is wasted?
Then it is my turn
I hear: Order when ready, sir
Take a moment to realize what has just occurred
To think we once were nomadic hunter-gatherers
What would it be like to have one's meal truly earned?
But the times have changed
Now we are the grazing herd
Lining up to die
Still I wonder why
I am living proof that the beauty is wasted
Wait it out, until the flood comes
And destroys all the world
Writer: John Holland
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