Fiction - Springtrap Lyrics

Come one, come all to a clueless affair
Inhabiting patrons awaiting their share
We promise you money
(You'll do just fine, honey!)
They whisk you away as they teach you to stare
Open your eyes! I've looked to the skies and the forecast today is a forecast of grey
The vultures of main street parading the grave heat while silently stalking their prey

(Up sell them, up sell them, up sell them, hey!)

So stay and earn yourself a fortune of minimum wage
And pay the rest of your working life away
We can't give you honesty, honestly I don't see anyone living that way
May you make it out, or remain the same

As you get comfortable in your profession, be sure that you see you're still at their discretion
And all moves you make are observed with close eyes. Avoid all the faults or your in for surprise

Please do explain how you're not insane. You're here for their money and not for the fame
You study their tactics and put in the practice with no hope of winning the game

(Out sell them, out sell them, out sell them, hey!)

Why would you throw all your ambition out so fast?
Didn't you know this isn't what you said you wanted to last?
So I can say goodbye, and leave this all behind or I can stay and enjoy all this minimal money
And minimal living for minimally nothing and...