Description
Producer: Edo Alventa
Vocal Director: Raissa Faranda
Mixing Engineer: Bayu Perkasa
Mastering Engineer: Gerard Rumintjap
Lyricist: Angeeta Sentana
Composer: Edo Alventa
Lyrics and translation
Original
Once upon a time, they promised you a pot of gold.
Your belly will always be full of meat, rice, and cake, only if you take a step right through their door.
You don't need to worry where it all came from.
All you have to do is sit in here, eat your lunch. After endless meetings, they don't tell you, "Hey, keep your chin up.
Go fix that tie. You got a lot of reasons to live for. "
The gray cubicles isolate you, a lifetime sentence you have to go through.
That beach vacation? Ha, forget it!
Your soul is tied here, but no matter, you just gotta sing. . .
La-la-la-la, la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la.
You see your other fellas dropping like trees cut by lumber.
If you keep your head down, say yes to any of their whims, applaud to their brilliant ideas, you guarantee a seat at the table, my friend.
You turn a blind eye to all the suffering you see, like, "Hey, you got it hard, too. These people will understand.
Just tell them that you're breaking your back to pay off the debts of your shiny new watch. "
So yeah, you just gotta sing. . .
La-la-la-la, la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la.
A lapdog is all you wanna be! A lapdog is all you wanna be.
A lapdog is all you wanna be. A lapdog is all you wanna be.
A lapdog is all you'll ever be. A lapdog is all you'll ever be.
A lapdog is all you'll ever be.
A lapdog is all you'll ever be.
English translation
Once upon a time, they promised you a pot of gold.
Your belly will always be full of meat, rice, and cake, only if you take a step right through their door.
You don't need to worry where it all came from.
All you have to do is sit in here, eat your lunch. After endless meetings, they don't tell you, "Hey, keep your chin up.
Go fix that tie. You got a lot of reasons to live for. "
The gray cubicles isolate you, a lifetime sentence you have to go through.
That beach vacation? Ha, forget it!
Your soul is tied here, but no matter, you just gotta sing. . .
La-la-la-la, la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la.
You see your other fellas dropping like trees cut by lumber.
If you keep your head down, say yes to any of their whims, applaud to their brilliant ideas, you guarantee a seat at the table, my friend.
You turn a blind eye to all the suffering you see, like, "Hey, you got it hard, too. These people will understand.
Just tell them that you're breaking your back to pay off the debts of your shiny new watch. "
So yeah, you just gotta sing. . .
La-la-la-la, la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la.
A lapdog is all you wanna be! A lapdog is all you wanna be.
A lapdog is all you wanna be. A lapdog is all you wanna be.
A lapdog is all you'll ever be. A lapdog is all you'll ever be.
A lapdog is all you'll ever be.
A lapdog is all you'll ever be.