Factories

I feel the steam of the thunderous trains
The I-beam rivers pour life down the drain
Assembly lines churn out cars just like rabbits
We think they'll give us time, but we just can't have it

My diet furthers the working man's plight
I feed the system with every bite
The field worker- well, he's still around
But soon they'll program androids to pick Brussels sprouts

Sometimes I dream, of a world that does not gleam
The lights of industry grow dim

I want to tear the factory down
I want to tear the factory (down) (and let the boiler rust)

I feel the tension rolled up like a spool
Locked in the grid of a bright steno pool
Mountains of documents are eating you, you're overwhelmed
Are you a human being, or just another verse I tell?

I hear the hum of the integrated circutry
It's growing stronger, and it's sucking out my memory
Data files: They simply can't make sense of me
Have we evolved, or is this just eternal entropy?

Sometimes I dream, of a world that does not gleam
The lights of industry grow dim

I want to tear the factory down
I want to tear the factory (Ahh) (and let the boiler rust)