Two-fifty Lyrics

Chris Walla Two-fifty

All hail an eminent collapse
You can fumble for your maps
But we're exhausted by the facts

We still believe old Henry's dream
An assembly line, a team
The fire brand, the steam
Who believes it more than we

Pull the switch and find the fireman
We need more than fun
We need a plan, a solution
We need efficiency

We all are fractured factory lines
Once filled with bliss and drive
Now hope bees without a hive
How will we survive?

There is a room for me or you
They just don't need us like they did when it was new
Well, it's a lack of sheer commitment
A lack of tightening the bound to moving on

Let's move forward out of
Let's move forward out of
Let's move forward out of
Let's move on