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

I get sick at my work

Every day

There is no cure but to stay, stay away without pay

And the horns upon my head

Are getting thicker with each day

I take my meals here, I sleep in the maze

Men get sick at their work

Each and every day

There ain't no cure but to stay

Stay home today and go to the beach instead

And the dreams, in their heads

Cannot be found in the maze, or so they say