Interpret:

Dead Kennedys

Album:

Frankenchrist

We're sorry
But you're no longer needed
Or wanted
Or even cared about here
Machines can do a better job than you
and this is what you get for asking questions


The unions agree
'Sacrifices must be made'
Computers never go on strike
To save the working man you've got to put him out to pasture


Looks like we'll have to let you go
Doesn't it feel fulfilling to know
That you-the human being-are now obsolete
And there's nothing in hell we'll let you do about it


[Chorus]
Soup is good food-(We don't need you any more)
You made a good meal-(We don't need you any more)
Now how does it feel-(We don't need you any more)
To be shit out our ass
And thrown in the cold like a piece of trash


We're sorry
You'll just have to leave
Unemployment runs out after just six weeks
How does it feel to be a budget cut?
You're snipped
You no longer exist


Your number's been purged from our central computer
So we can rig the facts
And sweep you under the rug
See our chart? Unemployment's going down
If that ruins your life that's your problem


[Chorus]
Soup is good food-(We don't need you any more)
You made a good meal-(We don't need you any more)
Now how does it feel-(We don't need you any more)
To be shit out our ass
And thrown in the cold like a piece of trash


We're sorry
We hate to interrupt
But it's against the law to jump off this bridge
You'll just have to kill yourself somewhere else
A tourist might see you
And we wouldn't want that


I'm just doing my job, you know
So say uncle
And we'll take you to the mental health zoo
Force feed you mind-melting chemicals
Til even the outside world looks great


In hi-tech science research labs
It costs too much to bury all the dead
The mutilated disease-injected
Surplus rats who can't be used anymore


So they're dumped
(with no minister present)
In a spiraling corkscrew dispose-all unit
Ground into sludge and flushed away
Aw geez:.


[Chorus]
Soup is good food-(We don't need you any more)
You made a good meal-(We don't need you any more)
Now how does it feel-(We don't need you any more)
To be shit out our ass
And thrown in the cold like a piece of trash


We know how much you'd like to die
We joke about it on our coffee breaks
But we're paid to force you to have a nice day
In the wonderful world we made just for you


Poor Rats, we human rodents chuckle
At least we get a dignified cremation
And yet,
At 6:00 tomorrow morning
It's time to get up and go to work