Up or Out

Can't see, no light; can't sleep, no quiet You can't learn from mistakes or pump the brakes You got to move and it's up or out Can't grow or heal or know what's real You can't laugh or sob, can't even do your job You got to move and it's up or out There is no free action, only these rules which you must follow And your reaction: to wish for something to believe in If you know your role, you'll be on the dole If you find your niche, there's the door; capiche? You better move and it's up or out Forget the free market - the system forces fast promotion Line your own pocket; why wish for something to believe in? The purpose of bureaucracy is to give the appearance of control over A sequence of events dictated by the hardwiring of billions of surplus brains There is no deep reason, only some rules which can't be broken Questions are treason and there is nothing to believe in True power costs money; your sense of duty interferes With our careers, dummy - God knows there's nothing to believe in It's a race for wealth, no time to love yourself If you try to stay you'll be in the way You better move and it's up or out