Some Random Stuff

Song lyrics for my future use

(Song's up there if you want to listen to it. I didn't make it, The Stupendium did. Lyrics start in 3...
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Welcome to space
What were you expecting?
It's a... dangerous place..
Thank you for investing
Go there for your rota,
There for your orders,
Fill up these quotas,
And we'll bill for your quarters
Report to your foreman
But watch for marauders 
'Cus if you get eaten
There's fees for your mourners.

Prosperity's there in the care of magnates 
In Halcyon Heaven awaits!

Did you think it was supposed to
Look like the poster?
Well, it mostly does
Oh, if you only read closer

Just ten short years to a new frontier
Snooze as you cruise
And you'll wake up here!

You've been trapped on that ship
For an awful long time
So perhaps you have simply
Forgot what you signed
Oh,
Honestly?
Did you not read the colony policy?
That defines you as company property?
That waivers your say in autonomy?
The conglomerate's got you in lock and key
We put the dollar
Back into idolatry
If you're upset you can rent an apology
We are a family forged in bureaucracy
No 'I' in team
But there's 'con' in 'economy'
Were you expecting adventure?
Were you hoping for fun?
My friend you're indentured
And pleasure's exempt from your tenure 
So venture back down to your slum
That's provided at generous prices
Your worth is determined by your sacrifices

A small term of service
When down on the surface
Interment's a freebie
That comes with the purchase!

We work.
To earn the right to work.
To earn the right to work.
To earn the right to work.
To earn the right to work.
To earn the right to give.
Ourselves the right to buy.
Ourselves the right to live.
To earn the right to die.

Welcome to our little town!
Why don't you settle down?
Here, just fill out the paperwork
And you can look around
We're happy as can be
Inside the valley cannery
We live to pack the cans of meat
And not to question where it's found 
Until we end up in the ground
Around the corner in the yard
You know we thought we liked the sound
Of finding glory in the stars
The board has taught us to be proud
Of never reaching very far
So we earn what we're allowed 
And give it right back at the bar

The ale to cure what ails ya
Zero Gee Brew
Your favorite flavor
So work 'til you bleed
Ennobled by labor
Then purchase relief
From your local retailer

If you'd rather drop dead that's fine
But you know that dropping down dead
Bears a fine
So you do your job
And I'll do mine
I gotta meet a six foot deep bottom line

We make a fortune for the board
By selling boredom door to door
Because it's all that we deserve
And it's all we can afford
The secrets of the universe 
And all the worlds to be explored
But our dreams are back on Earth
And now the work is our reward

And you'll be grateful
For seats at the table
Though it dips at one end
And the bench is unstable
You may waste your days
But at least you were able
To pay off your grave
Since we leased you your cradle
Be faithful and pray
We'll repay what you invest
Behave as you slave
For humanity's interest
On account
That you're all on account
And we're quickly amounting
Humanity's interest
You'd think that we'd sink
To the brink of rebellion
With markets dependant
On peddling weapons
The architect tells them
The secret to heaven
Is simply consuming
Whatever we sell them

We work.
To earn the right to work.
To earn the right to work.
To earn the right to work.
To earn the right to work.
To earn the right to give.
Ourselves the right to buy.
Ourselves the right to live.
To earn the right to die.

You should have read the fine print 
My friend
Should have read the fine print
You should have read the fine print
My friend
Should have read the fine print

Welcome to our little town!
Why don't you settle down?
Here, just fill out the paperwork
And you can look around
We work
And then we work
And then we work
And then we work
And then we work
And then we work
And then we end up in the ground

WORK WORK
HURRY HURRY
WORK WORK
WORRY WORRY
WORK WORK
HURRY HURRY
WORRY HURRY
WORK WORK

You should have read the fine print
My friend.
Should have read the fine print