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Apr 7th 2024 9:15pm
THE WORKFORCE IS HIRING!
2 DISCLAIMERS:
1). I do not claim to "invent" or "coin" the exact style this song is in, the song is inspired by 'Every Home A Prison' by ColdCut.
2). The subject matter in this songs lyrics are fictional, and aren't based on any real opinions I have, or real world events. It is simply a creative project.
LYRICS:
Attention!
The workforce is hiring men
And only men
Who can build with their hands
And stand on their feet
For days straight
The era of freedom is over
From now on
Work will be your home
And you will live in it
Every second of your shift
Is spent
Wiping the sweat from your face
The tears from your eyes
The oil off your body
While your down
In the hot, grimy furnaces
Breathing the air
That kills your lungs
And burns your eyes
Saw blades
Hammer heads
Gas fires
Electrical fires
Anything that turns the common man
Into the defeated soldier
As the government
Leaches all your money
And evicts you from your home
Everything you knew about capitalism
Has been replaced with industrial culture
Nature replaced with factories
Birds replaced with drones
Hands replaced with tools
Gears
Gears
Gears
Paychecks so small
They’re essentially nonexistent
The only thing that’s existent
Is your existential dread
NO MORE DAILY BREAD
The screw that keeps your head in place
Is slowly unwinding
As the years go by
You age and die
In the factories you were born in
Reduced to mere peasantry
You crawl back to your hole
Real life whack-a-mole
You can’t dodge the hammer
It’s a trip to the slammer
If you skip a day of work
We’ve got screws to drill
And walls to build
Bow down to big corporations
And while you’re down there
MASSAGE. OUR. FEET.
All that's left
Is to ship your families
To the opposite side of the country
Where you can’t find them
With one phone call a year
If you’re lucky
You might NEVER get to hear their voices again
We know it’s not fun
To be treated this way
But like every good dog
You need discipline
You caused this for yourselves
Your rebellion made us ACT
You’ll pray you stay in tact
As the work begins to break your back
Just a little bit of hardworking genes
Are all you really lack
Workplace environment
Safety hazards
Power tools
And lots and lots and lots of sweat
We’d like to pretend
we have a care in the world
For what you go through
It’s just so tough
The era of choice is no more
No more bad decisions
Only good ones
Like working with saws and chains and bolts
And cars and trucks and trains and colts
And when you think the work is through
There’s still work to do
Like bending over backwards
And shining our shoes
And for food
All you have to eat is spoiled and stale
It’s a rough transition
Surviving the day
is an accomplishment
It’s better a pessimist
Because there’s no opportunity
Don’t attempt
to leave the factory
A few more minor adjustments
Still to be made!
We’ll have to replace
your whole lower half
With a 360 degree
Robotic cylinder
So that way
All you can do
Is work
And work
And work
And work
And work
(Lyrics written and performed by NardInYourYard)
If you want to:
Listen on Soundcloud: https://soundcloud.com/nardinyouryard/360-degree-robotic-cylinder
TOP SECRET link to a special instrumental version: https://on.soundcloud.com/N6kzDeztkhP3ZDkg8
