LYRICS:
Welcome to space.
What were you expecting?
It’s a dangerous place.
Thank you for investing.
Go there for your rota, there for your orders
Fill up these quotas, we'll bill you for quarters
Report to your foreman but watch for marauders
‘Cus If you get eaten there’s fees for your mourners
Prosperity’s there in the care of magnates
In Halcyon heaven awaits!
Did you think this was supposed to look like the posters
Well it mostly does, oh if you only read closer
Just ten short years to a new frontier
Snooze as you cruise and you’ll wake up here!
You’ve been trapped in that ship for an awful long time
So perhaps you have simply forgot what you signed
Honestly? Did you not read the colony policy?
That defines you as company property?
That waivers your say in autonomy?
The conglomerate’s got you in lock and key
We put the dollar back into idolatry
If you’re upset you can rent an apology
We are a family forged in bureaucracy
No I in ‘team’ but there’s con in ‘economy’
Were you expecting adventure?
Were you hoping for fun?
My friend you’re indentured
And pleasure’s exempt from your tenure
So venture back down to your slum
That's provided at generous prices
Your worth is determined by your sacrifices
A small term of service when down on the surface
Internment’s a freebie that comes with the purchase
We work. To earn the right to work.
To earn the right to work.
To earn the right to work.
To earn the right to work.
To earn the right to give
Ourselves the rights to buy
Ourselves the right to live
To earn the right to die.
Welcome to our little town! Why don’t you settle down?
Here, just fill out the paperwork and you can look around
We’re happy as can be inside the valley cannery
We live to pack the cans of meat and not to question where it’s found
Until we end up in the ground around the corner in the yard
You know we thought we liked the sound of finding glory in the stars
The board has taught us to be proud of never reaching very far
So we earn what we’re allowed and give it right back at the bar
The Ale to cure what ails ya’!
Zero-Gee Brew! Your favourite flavour!
So work til’ you bleed – ennobled by labour
Then purchase relief from your local retailer
If you’d rather drop dead that’s fine
But you know that dropping down dead bears a fine
So you do your job, I’ll do mine
I gotta meet a six foot deep bottom line
We make a fortune for the board by selling boredom door to door
Because it’s all that we deserve and it is all we can afford
The secrets of the universe and all the worlds to be explored
But our dreams are back on earth and now the work is our reward
And you’ll be grateful for seats at the table
Though it dips at one end and the bench is unstable
You may waste your days but at least you were able
To pay off your grave since we leased you your cradle
Be faithful and pray we’ll repay what you invest
Behave as you slave for humanity’s interest
On account that you’re all on account
and we’re quickly amounting humanity’s interest
You’d think that we’d sink to the brink of rebellion
With markets dependant on peddling weapons
The architect tells them the secret to heaven
Is simply consuming whatever we sell them
We work. To earn the right to work.
To earn the right to work.
To earn the right to work.
To earn the right to work.
To earn the right to give
Ourselves the rights to buy
Ourselves the right to live
To earn the right to die.
You should have read the fine print, my friend.
Should have read the fine print
You should have read the fine print, my friend.
Should have read the fine print
(Welcome to our little town! Why don’t you settle down?
Here, just fill out the paperwork and you can look around
We work and then we work and then we work and then we work
And then we work and then we work and then we end up in the ground)
(WORK WORK HURRY HURRY
WORK WORK WORRY WORRY
WORK WORK HURRY HURRY
WORRY HURYY WORK WORK)
You should have read the fine print, my friend.
Should have read the fine print
You should have read the fine print, my friend.
Should have read the fine print
