Pound of machinery the heartbeat to which I jerk
All day, every day, sunrise to sunset
I give my blood, my tears, my sweat
Rise every morning with the new dawn
Feel tired, body aches, feel so worn
But “my life is my job, its what I enjoy”
Never realise you’re becoming an overwound clockwork toy!
So go to your office, to your factory
Slave your life away in misery
Always ready to jump at his masters voice
Grovel and bow, feel there is no choice
But why should we work to produce all this crap
When this very same crap we have to buy back
The shelves overflow with needless waste
Because WE demand more, once we get the taste
Gold plated toilet seat, a watch with diamond studded strap
Why don’t you realise this is all fucking crap
To tantalise, to fantasise, to adorn a disguise
To hide from the truth, to live out their lies
Adorn yourself with ornaments, paint yourself nice
“Buy now, pay later” but we all pay the price
For we live in a non-stop consumer shopping spree
Never have a chance to stop and say “Hey! this is me”
No need for designer bathrooms and expensive perfume
Stop and enjoy life, not heedlessly consume!
MUDCROW
May 7 1999
