Hiding from the sun,
Living underground,
The hermits and their home work,
Are hoping to be found,
Looking for an upgrade, big break,
Lucky little hand shake,
Full press success,
Taken into thinking it's the way to go,
The dream but no,
You're not your own,
Your freedom's calling in the world wide phone lines.
So sail on the virtual sea,
Where digital media plugging is free,
But don't go making every pirate pay,
If you want to float on the surf of cyberspace,
Where fat cats aren't in charge,
And have to use scrap yard income stars,
So maybe now there's another way,
We can have a say,
All sing happily,
"Everybody follow me!"

When you D.I.Y, you get to keep your money,
As leach free golden treasure,
And if we're too small,
Then post us on your wall,
Cos sharing music helps it to thrive,
And donating coins will keep it alive!