The Production Line The Stupendium (Ft. Dan Bull)

[Intro: The Stupendium]
Steel, iron, nuts and bolts
Poor man’s gold in rusted vaults
Scrap, tin, wheels and gears
Shift by shift and year by year
Rod, beam, sheet and plate
Ironclad, you sealed your fate
All that shines shall fade in time
Welded put the day you signed

[Verse 1: The Stupendium & Dan Bull]
The production line
You better do your best, forget about sunshine
‘Cause you won’t see it where you’re going
And the only thing you know is
You won’t get to have your lunch on time
Or ever again, ‘cause every second you spend
That isn’t meeting an end that an executive pеnned
Is another debt that you rеnder that’ll let them extend
Upon the length of your tenure where you’re ever condemned
Well, would you look at that, life’s coming thick and fast, I run and
Zig and zag amid the tat, pick and pack, bric-a-brac
Click and drag, mix and match, stick a stack in my sack
‘Til it could fill a skip of scrap then bring it back quick as a flash
We’re scrappy and resilient, we’re happy and we’re diligent
But that’s just if you’re listening to marketing transmissions
Contractually itinerant, a dastardly predicament
Entrapped within a system hauling scrap for the omnipotent
Voices in the radio that point us in which way to go
The base we’re excavating, what we’re paid and then the pay we owe
Uncertain of the purpose to the service that we’re slaving over
Purge the lunar surface of its worth to meet the daily quote