Yeah we've got enough homes for the homeless
And more than enough food to feed everyone
But that's hardly fair to the billions
Capital has already trampled into the dirt
Just remember there's dignity in a hard day's work
As the machine wrings the last drops of blood from your corpse
It's the best we could hope for
We've got the knowledge, we've got the means
If we wanted to cure the disease
You'd better believe we would have done it already
So try to remember the important things
As the professionals extract shareholder value from your broken brain
And don't ask for anything more
Your reward for years of service is maybe we don't let you die in a ditch
If you're lucky you might get a pension paid in company scrip
We'll repackage and resell resistance to you as many times as you like
If it'll get your ass back to work on the disassembly line.