Текст: Jello Biafra. The Audacity Of Hype. Electronic Plantation.

Ya-Ha-Ha
Ho Ho Ho
Shipped your job to Mexico
But we got plans for all of you to re-train

Pit the whole world against each other
For who will work for the lowest wage
The rest of you can die
As epidemics rage

Worked hard all your life
Now you must go on line
And stare all day
At a little plastic screen

Electronic plantation
Electronic plantation

Same old job
Now you?re just a temp
Less pay, no benefits
No raise, no vacation
Or sick leave days

Chain the slaves to the oars
Faster, faster, row some more!
In carpel tunnel caverns
Til you break

We monitor you all
Every time you leave your chair
Or talk on the phone
One minute overtime
At the toilet
And you?re fired

Electronic plantation
Electronic plantation

Only use we?ve left for you
Is burn you at both ends
Locked in the research triangle
Shirtwaist fire?s flames
Lot?s of people need your job
And you can be replaced
Replaced


Replaced
Unemployed and overqualified

Strikers who gave their lives
Fighting for basic human rights
That don?t mean nothing anymore

Got you back down on the floor
Through the WTO
Rich get richer
Poor get poorer

Factory or PHD
You are all termites now
Laptop is your ball and chain
Til we downsize you away
Shop at home
Is your reward
Your best friend is a mouse

Electronic plantation
Electronic plantation
Electronic plantation
Electronic plantation