"Born of the Urban Jungle" genre: Indie
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	A business man writes to home to his mother wishing he could express his many regrets. Every day that he works the monster moves closer, and the closer it gets the further away is the possibility of atonement.
	CD: Braving the Nightview   Label: Army Aunt Productions Credits: Written and performed by Jake Godfrey
	Story Behind the Song I'm not a business man, but the phone at Army Aunt Studios just won't stop ringing. Not a moment of peace in weeks, and even the elves managing the production room are losing their minds. But I just can't leave home without my cellular phone, its like leaving an unattended crying baby at home. Seeing no alternative, I pour my heart out onto a piece of looseleaf. Lyrics Mama I grew up to be a businessman A man with a master plan I strut all around and get the people lined up To fit them in their cans Money be damned, see I'm a slave all day Do as the people say Get them in their cans and out of the way That's why I get paid. My woman says I'm a provider now, My bosses pay my bills They hired a little boy And raised him right to run the mill Now who am I to choose my fate When fate is in my shift At school they taught me no man owns His life when life's a gift The monster knows what's right and Who am I to disagree I've dug a garden row by row And now it's all I see Some people walk the earth And paint italian dreams Well my days are all planned out I'm married to the machine Now fourty floors below me men in Cans do what I've done And every year adds another floor Till my office scrapes the sun And when it falls they'll take care of me Until I'm back ahigh My money says the monster stumbles On the day I die And I hope the stocks all plummet then And my employees turn to smoke I hope the whole fucking world falls on its knees I hope you all choke I miss you And I love you And I'm jealous of your simple life The monster moves at a very fine pace And so the world goes round I do my part to keep its gears greased up To turn without a sound See, the wheels of the monster turn just right When everything's in its place And to see them wheels go round and round Puts a smile on my face The monster knows what's right and Who am I to disagree I've dug a garden row by row And now it's all I see Some people walk the earth And paint italian dreams Well my days are all planned out I'm married to the machine Well my days are all planned out I'm married to the machine Well my days are all planned out I'm married...

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