Hark! to the Music

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 the bourgeoisie 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 roaches Crawl outta your holes, it's time to Crawl outta your holes Dig out your souls, dig out your souls Hop to the melody, and quit your job Out of the misery and into the darkness Hark to the birdie and the bark of the dog Get aware and the stare into the face of God Hark to the melody, and don't look back Tear off your dinner jacket, take the plunge Refuse to participate and show your hand, honey Take back your freedom any way that you can Ah, ah, ah, ah --- Hark! To the Music - Ezra Furman