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Polish the Floor, Pretty Girl
Lyrics by Oliver Eser
They zipped me in, said “Welcome, drone”
My breath went missing, my skin not my own
The glass went black, the world went dull
And that “beauty level five” still crushed my skull
The gloves don’t fit, but they never come off
And every step’s a countdown to cough
The palace shines, but I’m on my knees
Washing gold for a man who holds the keys
They think I’ll break in twenty steps
I’m counting twenty-one
They want a pretty silent tool
But baby, I’m not done
Polish the floor, pretty girl – make it shine!
Smile in silence, stay in line
Don’t you slip or speak or cry
Or they’ll tighten your spine one level high
Polish the floor, little drone – hear the beat!
Colorless halls and no retreat
I ain’t theirs, no matter the chrome
I’m scrubbing the floor – but I’m not going home
Trust is locked, and so is sight
Big padlocks float where faces might
Color’s a prize I don’t deserve
So I paint in spit and steel reserve
No voice left – just muffled rage
This suit’s a lie in a glossy cage
But if they want grace in dirty hands
I’ll give ‘em rhythm they can’t stand
They want obedience? Play this track
I’ll dance their map and mark it black
They set the pace, I twist the rule
And polish floors like a rebel fool
Polish the floor, pretty girl – make it shine!
Wipe that frown and fall in line
Each motion watched, each corner scanned
But my fists remember where I stand
Polish the floor, little drone – hit the mark!
No windows here, no place for spark
But even steel has sparks inside —
And baby, I still burn with pride
This palace gleams with marble lies
But I see dirt in Buckle’s eyes
They want me silent, bent, and cold
But I scrub their floor in rebel gold
Polish the floor, pretty girl – make it shine!
But shine don’t mean that I am mine
The cage is tight, the clock is slow
But I got rhythm they’ll never know
Polish the floor, drone girl – strike the spark!
Beneath the locks, I own the dark
You want control? Go ahead and try—
I’m still the fire they can’t buy.
