[M: Q, ROTTEN SOUND] [L: G, Jorma] Corporation waits The retirement s**ed dry Until the day we die They will squeeze Every single drop s**ed dry Until the day we die More to do with less people No complains are accepted They are turning us insane Take my advice and run away
Away Full capacity has been reached Our resources are all totally used until we are all deceased Our minds are s**ed completely dry Get unemployed or prepare to kiss all of us goodbye More to do with less people No complains are accepted They are turning us insane Take my advice and run away