Minotaur - Oh Sees

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 everyday

There is no cure but to stay away, without pay

And the horns upon my head

Are getting thicker with each day

I take my meals here

I sleep in a maze, alone

Men get sick at their work each and every day

There ain’t no cure but to stay home today

Go to the beach instead

And their dreams in their heads

Cannot be found in the maze or so they say