Two-Fifty Lyrics

All hail an imminent collapse.
You can fumble for 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 p*** 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 forward, Alan!
Let's move forward, Alan!
Let's move on.