Clawjob This Glorious System
Gather round, I've got something big to tell you:
Pretty soon we won't have to work outside all day
We won't have to push our bodies to the breaking point just to get some honest pay
It's the rage far across the sea in England
I've been told that they only work ten hours per week
For the rest of the time they get to just relax, go on holiday and lounge around at the beach
So say goodbye to a day-to-day existence
Say goodbye to wondering if the harvest is enough
There's a better type of living in our future, and it's full of nicer stuff
We can work, safely sheltered from the outside world
With machines that each do as much as fifty men
In a building built specifically to house them. All we have to do is push a button again and again
We'll all get paid
There are men who will oversee our actions
They are hired supervisors of the factory
They are kind and respectful of the workers, like a little family
They won't push us harder than we think we ought to work
Just to get a couple hundred extra units sent
And our diligence will always be appreciated. All we have to do is pull a lever again and again
We'll all get paid
We won't be slaves
No, we won't be slaves
This is the end of our difficult existence
Pretty soon everything is going to be okay
We'll all eat lunch from a tray, let's go!
