Go and listen to the noise. The whines and cries of the boys. Read the writing on the wall another record about to fall. Keep on six, do the work of ten. Those that are left will not last Worker's jobs are fading fast.
Bosses rub their hands with glee, They see trouble in the family.
Give this to some, take that away. Now we've got them where we like With their fingers in the dike. Keep them upset, make them frown. Make new rules as we choose. This is fun, the driver's seat.