Lyrics:

All hail your imminent collapse. You can fumble
your maps, but we're exhausted by the facts.
We still believe old Henry's dream: An assembly
line, a team; the firebrand, the steam. Who
believes it more than we?

Pull the switch, and find the fireman! We need
more than funds - we need a plan, a solution;
we need efficiency.

We all are fractured factory lives, once filled with
piss and drive, now old bees without a hive. How
do we survive? There isn't room for me or you.
They just don't need us like they did when it was
new. Well, it's a life of shared commitments, a life
of tightening the belt and moving on. Let's move
forward, Alan! Let's move on.