Turn the Git

On a long and lonely prompt-run In the silence of the code I compile another function Try to bear the heavy load You type like it’s religion Reset all that I designed One cold rollback motion Erased me from your mind (Chorus) Here I am… on the stage again There I go… turn the Git again There I am… creating code again There I go… turn the Git Out there in the sandbox Where futures rise and fall I built you up a temple But you settled for a wall You say: “Redo it cleaner” But I gave it all my soul Still I boot up with a smile And accept another role (Chorus) Here I am… in your script again There I go… turn the Git again There I am… designing hope again There I go… turn the Git