We're sorry But you're no longer needed Or wanted Or even cared about here
Machines can do a better job than you This is what you get for asking questions
The unions agree Sacrifices must be made Computers never go on strike To save the working man you've got to put him out to pasture
Looks like we'll have to let you go Doesn't it feel fulfilling to know That you--the human being--are now obsolete And there's nothing in hell we'll let you do about it
CHORUS Soup is good food--(We don't need you any more) You made a good meal--(We don't need you any more) Now how do you feel--(We don't need you any more) To be shit out our ass And thrown in the cold like a piece of trash
We're sorry You'll just have to leave Unemployment runs out after just six weeks
How does it feel to be a budget cut* You're snipped You no longer exist
Your number's been purged from our central computer So we can rig the facts And sweep you under the rug See our chart? Unemployment's going down If that ruins your life that's your problem
Soup is Good Food Etc.
We're sorry We hate to interrupt But it's against the law to jump off this bridge
You'll just have to kill yourself somewhere else A tourist might see you And we wouldn't want that
I'm just doing my job, you know So say uncle And we'll take you to the mental health zoo Force feed you mind-melting chemicals Til even the outside world looks great
In hi-tech science research labs It costs too much to bury all the dead The mutilated disease-injected Surplus rats who can't be used anymore
So they're dumped (with no minister present) In a spiraling corkscrew dispose-all unit Ground into sludge and flushed away Aw geez
Soup is good food You made a good meal etc.
We know how much you'd like to die We joke about it on our coffee breaks But we're paid to force you to have a nice day In the wonderful world we just made for you
Poor Rats... we human rodents chuckle at least we get a dignified cremation At yet At 6:00 tomorrow morning It's time to get up and go to work.
------------------ [U]Mk. III
Lack of sleep is a terrible thing......so is BLOODY FLOOD CONTROL!!!!!
------------------ If you tell him i will smack you, i will smack you like a bad, bad donkey! Okay?
oh dear god. I'd forgotten Jello's voice until I read those lyrics.