Feed the Beast

Feed the Beast
You’re a cog in the wheel of a
Corporate world.
An expendable, replaceable
Valueless tool.
Go to work.
Grease the wheel.
Never let it stop.
Production is our God
And before it you must kneel.
We offer you a living
and pay you with a promise.
and when you tire out we’ll
Get another fool.
You have a little dream
And you want to make it work.
It’s yours for the taking
But we’ll put it out of reach.
So go to work.
Grease the wheel.
Never let it stop.
Production is your God
And before it you must kneel.

Feed The Beast 2nd Vocal
The Market’s going to crash.
So we need to hoard some cash.
Don’t want to go to jail
So we’ll get the working stiff to post our massive bail.
We’ll crush their tiny dreams
For living beyond their means
And foreclose on their their homes.
The stupid little gnomes
The country’s going to fail as an economic power
But the corporation will see it’s finest hour
We got deregulation
To stimulate and feed the nation
Instead we filled our pockets
And fed the corporation
The trouble with the government
Is none of our concern.
The economy is dower
But we’re an economic tower
We’re arrogant manipulators
Managed by the best.
So we’ll never go to jail
Cause we’re just too big to fail.