The new robots The winds will blow The profits go down Im out of work My daughter will drown Theres stree in my heart Blood on your hands Pushing up hill Against the company man Im just a hard working corporate slave My mind should hate what my body does crave Im just a humble corporate slave Driving myself into a corporate grave The winds will blow The profits go down Im out of work My daughter will drown Theres stree in my heart Blood on your hands Pushing up hill Against the company man Its raining In corporate heaven All the coffers are a singin Its raining In corporate heaven All the coffers are a singin Im just a hard working corporate slave My mind should hate what my body does crave Im just a humble corporate slave Driving myself into a corporate grave