By almost unanimous action,
Elitism spawns satis-FACTION,
We cheer 'More for me'
And sing 'Let it Be'
While our fractures don't respond to traction.
It's good enough. Go to work, brothers.
Don't slow down to look after others.
Unionism, who knows?
But my bank account shows
That it pays well to sell out my mother.
It's useless, there's nothing to teach here,
Old rank and file ethics won't preach here,
That once gleaming light,
Might still (somewhere) shine bright,
But would take centuries just to reach here.
