The Work-Song (feat. Birdeatsbaby)

Do you want a happy life? Then prepare for death.
Do you want to die in peace? I hope your heir is set!
Do you want to build? Then you should build a mansion.
The mortgage will be mortifying, and your story ends here.

Be what you should be, a worker bee.
Think what you should think,
Don't learn something new.
Be grateful for the chance to serve,
Be content working
And shuffling and counting and earning and working...

And we're dancing around the golden calf:
Work - Buy - Make more money.
We don't ever think about the other half.
Just work and money...

You want to be someone? Then you should found a bank.
You want to take the world? Then go and drive a tank.
You want to create? Create a letterbox company.
You want to find meaning? Me too, come sit with me.

Be productive, move money around,
Be creative, cheat the tax bureau,
Be healthy, don't ever call in sick,
Be relevant,
Earn more and more...
And we're dancing around the golden calf:
Work - Buy - Make more money.
We don't ever think about the other half.
Just work and money...
The one who is in need seeks to consume,
to fill a void with shopping,
More and more.
But "searching and not finding"
Will destroy you in the end.
Do not think, do not think,
Obey, obey, and add, and subtract,
And contract, do not act,
Vomit out the "gross-est" of products

And we're dancing around the golden calf:
Work - Buy - Make more money.
We don't ever think about the other half -
All hail to the great god Mammon

And we're dancing around the golden calf:
Work - Buy - Make more money.
We don't ever think about the other half -
All hail to the great god Mammon
Work and money - Work and money -
Work and money - Work and money -