E-Mail Wonderland
Another "ping",
Are you listenin'?
The 'puter screen,
Is a glistenin'.
With icons so bright,
They light up the night,
Welcome to the e-mail wonderland!
Gone away,
Are the hall talks.
Here to stay,
Is the IN-BOX.
Flagged "urgent, please read!",
And "answer with speed!".
Welcome to the e-mail wonderland!
In the morning e-mails start to add up.
No lunch today cause messages abound.
Just click away and hope the server stays up.
You can't do your job if it goes down.
10 P.M.,
You're not tired.
The caffeine,
Has got you wired.
The day's not complete,
Till the last delete,
Welcome to the e-mail wonderland!
Until you,
Are retired,
The same old grind,
It is required.
You'll face unafraid,
That message parade.
Welcome to the e-mail wonderland
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Addicted to MUD
The net is up - so you're not home;
Your mind - is not your own.
Your client starts - your body wakes;
One more connect - is what it takes.
You can't sleep - you can't eat;
There's no doubt - you're in deep.
Your fingers ache - but you don't heed;
Another mud - is all you need.
> Whoa...
You like to think that you're immune to the stuff;
Oh yeah?
It's closer to the truth to say you can't get enough;
You know you're gonna have to face it:
You're addicted to mud.
You see the words - but you can't read;
Your modem's at - a different speed.
Your fingers type - in double time;
One more connect - and you'll feel fine!
A one track mind - you can't be saved;
Your mudding life - is all you crave.
And if there's room - on your machine,
You'll run your own - Mud Supreme!
Whoa...
You like to think that you're immune to the stuff;
Oh yeah?
It's closer to the truth to say you can't get enough;
You know you're gonna have to face it:
You're addicted to mud.
Might as well face it you're addicted to mud.
Might as well face it you're addicted to mud.
Might as well face it you're addicted to mud.
Might as well face it you're addicted to mud.
Might as well face it you're addicted to mud.
(instrumental)
>
The net is up - so you're not home;
Your will - is not your own.
Your client starts - the load climbs;
Another mud - and you'll be mine!
Whoa...
You like to think that you're immune to the stuff;
Oh yeah?
It's closer to the truth to say you can't get enough;
You know you're gonna have to face it:
You're addicted to mud.
Might as well face it you're addicted to mud.
Might as well face it you're addicted to mud.
Might as well face it you're addicted to mud.
Might as well face it you're addicted to mud.