Are you all in? All in closes copulating All threaded screws To get you repopulating A choked engine of stupor and static ♪ These days May these days as millstone collars Fail to drag us further down While lashed Here while lashed to arsenic eating Sinking fast with leaden bones All hosts Owning isn't earning It's a wound open to sate the leech O, lust To gorge on endless blood Two thousand parasitic billionaire men ♪ With the workers bleeding, the horse is beaten God forbid that you should ever want a home ♪ You'll shine like a diamond when you're down in the mine And if there's any whose eagerness To trample beleaguered and Deteriorated outpaces their empathy You'll find a place in the ever-increasing The holds over hollow-eyed hands The flesh tearing flesh from the famished and failing The Ouroboros, the unquenchable thirst Crushing the heads of the last to be first Gallows humour on the all-scaffold All the world's a stage on which the working class is hanged They say men are hanged while meat is hung But it's apparent how the ones a-struggling, strung Are seen, so much brawn swinging From capital's very beams We are the cult of work We are the cult of labour sold We are the cult of work We are the cult of siphoned gold