We need to have a difficult conversation

About your role here

And your future with the company

With increasing automation

We’ve been pressured

By the shareholders to cut our spending

You see, the monster keeps growing

And it's hungry

And to save the tribe, the monster must eat

So the tribunal has chosen

Your division

But don't worry, I'm sure you’ll land on your feet

Where were you on Labor Day?

We were forced out on the streets

Whooooa

“Believe me,” says the serpent

Whooooa

“You can trust me,” says the lion to the lamb

Whooooa

Words dripping with honey

Carefully selected and gift

Wrapped with pride by public relations

We need to have a difficult conversation

About your goal here

And the future of the economy

We know the furnace is hungry

And is dimming

So we sacrifice our own for the heat

But when reserves run empty

The boardroom is chilly

And the bones of boilermen line the kiln

Will you notice the boot on your back

As you shovel your last

Or embrace the fire of your own will?

“Believe me” says the butcher

“You can trust me,” says the spider to the fly

“You’re safe here,” says the hangman

Dressing his noose and tightening the bight

We live and die in the footnotes of

Expense report quarterlies

When a third of the current working force

Is rendered fucking obsolete

Whooooa

“Believe me” says the butcher

Whooooa

“You can trust me,” says the spider to the fly

Whooooa

Words dripping with honey

Carefully selected and gift

Wrapped to dodge discussing UBI

Мир труд май! Мир труд май!

Whooooa

“Believe me,” says the serpent

Whooooa

“You can trust me,” says the spider to the fly

Whooooa

Words dripping with honey

Carefully selected and gift

Wrapped to dodge discussing UBI