A Winning Strategy Songtext
von Austin Taft

A temple of innovation reduced to forgery
The wheels have fallen off the bus
But the pedal is to the floor
And here we are, let′s celebrate our apathy
Our negligence and sorrow

Gather us in, take your seats, remain orderly
And good afternoon, seats A2
Hey, we're just fine, and how are you?
Thanks, but no thanks, this is where the ride stops
And you get off, we will show you to the door

It′s like ripping off a band-aid
A minor adjustment and we are on our way
Consider this a price we choose to pay


You can only sell your soul if you have one
The shareholders are on blood patrol and they want blood
These folks are family
Let's throw them to the wolves
I support this strategy

Deep down I pine for the days of yesteryear
It was when we had less that every piece meant more
But we've come this far, we′re in too deep
I am the shepherd to my sheep
We′ll fly this plane straight into the ground
I just hope my parachute will open out

You can only sell your soul if you have one
The shareholders are on blood patrol and they want blood
These folks are family
Let's throw them to the wolves
I support this strategy
I support this strategy
I support this strategy