Hark to the music if you hate your job Hark to the melody, we're all gonna die, so Hop to the music if you can't get free From the liar and the killer and bourgeoise Dig to the bottom and destroy the rest Hark to the melody, we're all gonna die, so Hop to the music if you're just too sick And you're doomed and you're dying and it's much too quick Crawl outta your holes, you little wretches Crawl outta your holes, it's time to crawl outta your holes Dig out your souls Dig out your souls Hark to the melody and quit your job Out of the misery and into the darkness Hark to the birdie and bark of the dog Get aware and stare into the face of God Hark to the melody and don't look back Tear up your dinner jacket, take the plunge Refuse to participate and show your hand Honey, take back your freedom any way you can Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah-ooh