Labor Day

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