Disassembly Line

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.