| We’re sorry
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| But you’re no longer needed
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| Or wanted
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| Or even cared about here
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| Machines can do a better job than you
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| This is what you get for asking questions
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| The unions agree
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| «Sacrifices must be made»
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| Computers never go on strike
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| To save the working man you’ve got to put him out to pasture
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| Looks like we’ll have to let you go
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| Doesn’t it feel fulfilling to know
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| That you-the human being-are now obsolete
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| And there’s nothing in hell we’ll let you do about it
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| Soup is good food (We don’t need you any more)
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| You made a good meal (We don’t need you any more)
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| Now how does it feel (We don’t need you any more)
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| To be shit out our ass
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| And thrown in the cold like a piece of trash
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| We’re sorry
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| You’ll just have to leave
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| Unemployment runs out after just six weeks
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| How does it feel to be a budget cut?
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| You’re snipped
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| You no longer exist
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| Your number’s been purged from our central computer
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| So we can rig the facts
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| And sweep you under the rug
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| See our chart?
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| Unemployment’s going down
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| If that ruins your life that’s your problem
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| Soup is good food
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| We’re sorry
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| We hate to interrupt
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| But it’s against the law to jump off this bridge
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| You’ll just have to kill yourself somewhere else
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| A tourist might see you
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| And we wouldn’t want that
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| I’m just doing my job, you know
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| So say uncle
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| And we’ll take you to the mental health zoo
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| Force feed you mind-melting chemicals
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| 'Til even the outside world looks great
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| In hi-tech science research labs
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| It costs too much to bury all the dead
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| The mutilated disease-injected
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| Surplus rats who can’t be used anymore
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| So they’re dumped with no minister present
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| In a spiraling corkscrew dispose-all unit
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| Ground into sludge and flushed away
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| Soup is good food
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| You made a good meal
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| We know how much you’d like to die
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| We joke about it on our coffee breaks
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| But we’re paid to force you to have a nice day
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| In the wonderful world we made just for you
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| «Poor rats,» we human rodents chuckle
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| At least we get a dignified cremation
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| At yet
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| At 6:00 tomorrow morning
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| It’s time to get up and go to work |