The Cyberobots - Poor Company Lyrics

A boy came strolling through this space,
With a look that claimed the crown,
As if he ran the whole wide race,
Giving orders up and down.

A lad came here with bold intent,
Believing he could steer the ship,
As though the secrets of command
Were handed to him on a whim.

And in so many places, it's the same,
This is how things truly play:
The heirs inherit all the reign,
Though they know not the price to pay.

A boy just walked into the room,
Sniffed the air and sealed the doom.
Thinks he knows it all too soon-
Poor company, it's meeting its tomb.
As the old saying goes, rich dad,
Poor son, the grandson turns mad.
Merit of birth, a cruel façade-
Poor company, what a sad charade.

He struts around with empty pride,
But he's no master of the game.
The legacy he has inside,
Is burning fast, without a flame.

He skips the steps that build a throne,
Dismisses wisdom from the past.
He'll rule for now, but not for long,
For sandcastles never last.

The cycle turns, it's carved in stone,
Power falters in untrained hands.
What's inherited but not honed,
Will crumble like loose grains of sand.

A boy just walked into the room,
Sniffed the air and sealed the doom.
Thinks he knows it all too soon-
Poor company, it's meeting its tomb.
As the old saying goes, rich dad,
Poor son, the grandson turns mad.
Merit of birth, a cruel façade-
Poor company, what a sad charade.

And when the firm falls to its knees,
We'll see who held the weakest keys.
Inheritance without the grind,
Leaves only ruins left behind.