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
