Chris Walla - Two-Fifty lyrics

All hail your imminent collapse. You can fumble your maps, but we're exhausted by the facts. We still believe old Henry's dream: An a**embly line, a team; the firebrand, the steam. Who believes it more than we? Pull the switch, and find the fireman! We need more than funds - we need a plan, a solution; we need efficiency. We all are fractured factory lives, once filled with piss and drive, now old bees without a hive. How do we survive? There isn't room for me or you. They just don't need us like they did when it was new. Well, it's a life of shared commitments, a life of tightening the belt and moving on. Let's move forward, Alan! Let's move on.