Tyranny of the Clock

Fellow workmen cease your labor, listen while I tell a tale About the clock and its hold on you, mechanical and mathematical In the early factories, to defraud their workers and steal their time They would slow the clock a bit, time is money and that time is theirs! (Chorus) Tyranny of the clock is turning us to automotons Who Killed Saint Monday? (x3) As the clock dominates, monotony becomes commonplace Any pride taken in our work, dissipates as we rush through it Now here we are in the modern world, our leisure time is also mechanized Cramming in what we can, while we watch the clock nervously (Repeat Chorus) (Guitar Solo)

When the union's inspiration through the workers' blood shall run, There can be no power greater anywhere beneath the sun; Yet what force on earth is weaker than the feeble strength of one, But the union makes us strong. Chorus: Solidarity forever! Solidarity forever! Solidarity forever! For the union makes us strong. It is we who plowed the prairies; built the cities where they trade; Dug the mines and built the workshops, endless miles of railroad laid; Now we stand outcast and starving ’midst the wonders we have made; But the union makes us strong. Chorus All the world that's owned by idle drones is ours and ours alone. We have laid the wide foundations; built it skyward stone by stone. It is ours, not to slave in, but to master and to own. While the union makes us strong. Chorus They have taken untold millions that they never toiled to earn, But without our brain and muscle not a single wheel can turn. We can break their haughty power, gain our freedom when we learn That the union makes us strong. Chorus In our hands is placed a power greater than their hoarded gold, Greater than the might of armies, multiplied a thousand-fold. We can bring to birth a new world from the ashes of the old For the union makes us strong.

Anxiety, Meritocracy Incompatibility We waste away our humanity Produce those numbers vigorously Drain away my energy In this fucked up society Never stop, always produce Let's see a smile as you work (Chorus) I've done what you've asked I've hacked away All the things that made me, me Incompatibility The emptiness in its place, is a poor substitute anyway Why can't you just let me be me? Incompatibility Always pretend all is well Work hard and you'll get that bread I just want to go home and breathe Spend your life here eternally I feel like I'm forever stuck Only 30 years to go I don't feel I belong Motivation by coercion (Repeat Chorus) (Guitar solo)

As soon as you're born they make you feel small By giving you no time instead of it all 'Til the pain is so big you feel nothing at all A working class hero is something to be A working class hero is something to be They hurt you at home and they hit you at school They hate you if you're clever and they despise a fool 'Til you're so fucking crazy you can't follow their rules A working class hero is something to be A working class hero is something to be When they've tortured and scared you for twenty odd years Then they expect you to pick a career When you can't really function you're so full of fear A working class hero is something to be A working class hero is something to be Keep you doped with religion and sex and TV And you think you're so clever and classless and free But you're still fucking peasants as far as I can see A working class hero is something to be A working class hero is something to be There's room at the top they are telling you still But first you must learn how to smile as you kill If you want to be like the folks on the hill A working class hero is something to be A working class hero is something to be If you want to be a hero, well, just follow me If you want to be a hero, well, just follow me