Artisan Cobalt Dream Lyrics

First you take that shovel

Put it to the ground

Dig deep boy, deeper still

Until you hear that clanking sound

Get that ore into the sack

Bring it back to your commanding chief

For every pound of Cobalt dug

He'd give a few more grams to sniff

Then up your nose and back again

For the next sack to be filled

It takes a hundred trips or more

To get a single battery built

Commanding cheif will pass it on

Until it reaches chinese shores

To a working camp for the poor

Sweating hours on the floor

They'll form and mold it to the specs

Of a gayish californian cat

Into a slicker alumni case

And sanitize it from their breath

The breath they have now for not long

As lungs become all crammed for space

To hold the chemicals of bond and gloss

Magnificent devices they do make

Then on the stage will come a god

For audience of thousand cheers

All neatly dressed and Ion rich

Their bellies full of sprouts and bear

"Supply control, humane approach"

The slogans they'll reveal

While gazing blankly at the men

Seas and borders attempting still

A longer life, a faster fill

The battery of the future's here

Indeed a life of fun and thrills

And cheap supply of human will

And here I'm writing this

On such a fine machine

While being unplugged for days

An Artisan Cobalt Dream

A longer life, a faster fill

The battery of the future's here

Indeed a life of fun and thrills

And cheap supply of human will