作词 : Charlie Rose
作曲 : Charlie Rose
Theatre of work, what do you see?
A plague of desperate, servile ****s
Reduced to nothing more than fodder
A farce of shifting insecurities
They watch me toil, flail and squirm
Human life as a utility
Flog and spill into the sink
Promise in a task without reprieve

Theatre of work, what do you see?
Dragging my weight 
across the piss-soaked floor

Resigned to the tide of necessity
Replaced, renewed, abused
And the shame hangs heavy
as I laugh… heave in the face of futility

Theatre of work, what do you see?
Everyday torment
Living the dream

Theatre of work, what do you see?
A plague of desperate, servile ****s
Reduced to nothing more than fodder
A farce of shifting insecurities
Drawn into view for all to see
Fit for nothing but consumption
Repeat the flush and tap the screw
Promise in a task without reprieve

Theatre of work, what do you see?
Their funniest piece… my necessity

From pious saviours to slumlords 
the endgame is the same
shackled and skinned, more means to split
Picked apart, disarmed and divided
shackled and skinned, more means to split