We kick the bucket
And they drink us dry,
Non essential work down on supply,
We till the soil and work the fields,
Another twenty years my fingers bleed.
You've gotta believe it,
It's gotta be seen to believed.
A crisis of faith and an honest mistake,
It can break your resolve,
This tattered life torn and despised,
It can swallow you whole.
At the mercy of this machine.
Our price to pay,
Our burden to bear,
Taking liberties with an innocent lie,
Just another cog in this infernal machine.
Another fifty years for someone to see.
You've gotta believe it,
It's gotta be seen to believed.
A crisis of faith and an honest mistake,
It can break your resolve,
This tattered life torn and despised,
It can swallow you whole.
At the mercy, of their machine.
Shake hands with the captains of industry.