Factory Lyrics

Come on, you workers, give me my parts

Give me the engine to make me start

Give me the knowledge, and give me the drive

Crank down the lids of my stone-cold eyes

Wire my circuits, don't let them fray

For if they do I'll never see the light of day

Give me my lungs but don't give me my heart

Don't let me pick your systems apart

It's the dawn of another day

A new batch of workers is on its way

Get rid of the fleshy bits that they don't need

Gouge out their eyes so they don't have to see

Stamp on a number, give them a name

Don't inform them that they're playing the game

Teach them to write, teach them to read

Teach them all that which we want them to need

Tell them to buy, tell them to sell

Say if they don't that they're going to hell

Teach them to lie, tell them to work

Do what I ask and nobody gets hurt

I know what they want, and I know what they need

But none of it seems right to me

I don't know their number, but I know their name

They try to tell me that they're all the same

But that kid, over there, is a real trouble maker

And that one, right there, is probably a future engineer

A whole lot of them remind me of me

I just wish those fat hogs could see

It's the dawn of another day

A new batch of workers is on its way

Get rid of the fleshy bits that they don't need

Gouge out their eyes so they don't have to see

Stamp on a number, give them a name

Don't inform them that they're playing the game

Teach them to write, teach them to read

Teach them all that which we want them to need

Tell them to buy, tell them to sell

Say if they don't that they're going to hell

Teach them to lie, tell them to work

Do what I ask and nobody gets hurt

And every time any of them get anything wrong

Every time any of them try to write a song

Every time any of them try to talk back

Every time any of them remotely lag

Every time any of them despise their teachers

Every time any of them question their leaders

The people who own them say that it's it

The whole lot of them fall into the pit

It's the dawn of another day

The new batch of workers is on its way

Get rid of the fleshy bits that they don't need

Gouge out their eyes so they don't have to see

Stamp on a number, give them a name

Don't inform them that they're playing the game

Teach them to write, teach them to read

Teach them all that which we want them to need

Tell them to buy, tell them to sell

Say if they don't that they're going to hell

Teach them to lie, tell them to work

Do what I ask and nobody gets hurt