Welcome to space What were you expecting? It's a dangerous place Thank you for investing
Go there for your rota There for your orders Fill up these quotas We'll bill for your quarters
Report to your foreman But watch for marauders 'Cause if you get eaten There's fees for your mourners
Prosperity's there in the care of magnates In Halcyon heaven awaits!
Did you think it was supposed to Look like the poster? It mostly does Oh, if you'd only read closer
Just ten short years to a new frontier Snooze as you cruise And you'll wake up here!
You've been trapped in that ship For an awful long time So perhaps you have simply forgot what you signed
Oh, honestly? Did you not read the colony policy? That defines you as company property? That waivers your say in autonomy?
The conglomerate's got you in lock and key We put the dollar back into idolatry If you're upset, you can rent an apology We are a family forged in bureaucracy No "I" in "team, " but there's "con" in "economy"
Were you expecting adventure? Were you hoping for fun? My friend, you're indentured And pleasure's exempt from your tenure So venture back down to your slum That's provided at generous prices Your worth is determined by your sacrifices
A small term of service when down on the surface Internment's a freebie that comes with the purchase
We work To earn the right to work To earn the right to work To earn the right to work To earn the right to work To earn the right to give Ourselves the right to buy Ourselves the right to live To earn the right to die
Welcome to our little town Why don't you settle down? Here, just fill out the paperwork And you can look around
We're happy as can be Inside the valley cannery We live to pack the cans of meat And not to question where it's found
Until we end up in the ground Around the corner in the yard You know, we thought we liked the sound Of finding glory in the stars
The board has taught us to be proud Of never reaching very far So we earn what we're allowed And give it right back at the bar
The ale to cure what ails ya Zero Gee Brew, your favourite flavour So work 'til you bleed, ennobled by labour Then purchase relief from your local retailer!
If you'd rather drop dead, that's fine But you know that dropping down dead bears a fine So you do your job and I'll do mine I gotta meet a six foot deep bottom line
We make a fortune for the board By selling boredom door to door Because it's all that we deserve And it is all we can afford
The secrets of the universe And all the worlds to be explored But our dreams are back on Earth And now the work is our reward
And you'll be grateful For seats at the table Though it dips at one end And the bench is unstable
You may waste your days But at least you were able To pay off your grave Since we leased you your cradle
Be faithful and pray We'll repay what you invest Behave as you slave For humanity's interest
On account that you're all on account And we're quickly amounting Humanity's interest You'd think that we'd sink To the brink of rebellion With markets dependent On peddling weapons The architect tells them The secret to Heaven Is simply consuming Whatever we sell them
We work To earn the right to work To earn the right to work To earn the right to work To earn the right to work To earn the right to give Ourselves the right to buy Ourselves the right to live To earn the right to die
You should have read the fine print, my friend Should have read the fine print You should have read the fine print, my friend Should have read the fine print
Welcome to our little town Why don't you settle down? Here, just fill out the paperwork And you can look around
We work and then we work And then we work and then we work And then we work and then we work And then we end up in the ground Welcome to our little town Why don't you settle down? Here, just fill out the paperwork And you can look around You should have read the fine print, my friend Should have read the fine print
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