Rest Employed

## Lyrics

> [Verse 1]
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> One-fifty one-thousand, six-hundred people die
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> Every day on Earth and if that's not a reason to cry
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> Well, it's an awful lot of paperwork
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> It's your first day at work, how've you settled in?
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> Shaken off the rigor mortis? Sorted out your pencil tin?
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> Welcome to our newest resident skeleton
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> What better heaven than a desk to spend forever in?
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> Now, your body may be shriveled up and worthless
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> At least we know your funeral will be a civil service
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> Persons so superfluous are living on the surface
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> It's nothing so perturbing, we're just trimming off the surplus
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> It isn't murder if you cause a little accident
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> We prefer to word it as some "mortal middle-management"
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> There's the door, we've got millions of applicants
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> Dying for some corporate incorporeal entanglement
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> [Chorus]
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> Everything living has to die
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> But to die, you need not apply
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> We'll find you when your time's through
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> Take a number, wait in line
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> Live your life and we'll be right behind you
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> Nothing's certain but death and taxes
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> So I guess you'd better get some practice
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> Nothing's certain but death and taxes
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> So I guess you'd better
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> So I guess you'd better
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> [Verse 2]
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> You've got targets to prove yourself
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> Here's some targets, peruse yourself
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> Shoo a few humans off the mortal shelf to the floor
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> We'll be polishing the coffins as you off a couple more
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> We need a botanist, two paleontologists
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> A newspaper columnist whose views may be communist
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> A shoe salesman, possible balloon hobbyist
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> Just another couple popped clogs for your shopping list
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> No slacking on the grave packing, ever more to kill
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> Death row deplorables, incurables and "sort of ill"
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> Every person, animal and plant has a form to fill
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> We've got departments solely tasked with killing chlorophyll
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> So, of course, you will toe the lifeline and behave
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> Or you'll be filing dandelions before you've had your tea break
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> Humanity's in balance, if that balance isn't repaid
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> Interns can be inhumed and replaced
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> [Chorus]
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> Everything living has to die
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> But to die, you need not apply
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> We'll find you when your time's through
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> Take a number, wait in line
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> Live your life and we'll be right behind you
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> Nothing's certain but death and taxes
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> So I guess you'd better get some practice
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> Nothing's certain but death and taxes
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> So I guess you'd better
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> So I guess you'd better
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> [Bridge]
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> Ashes to ashes, nine to five
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> The light in the tunnel has been privatized
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> Robes were so behind the times
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> These obituaries don't give any time for scythes
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> Population moderation's not the worst fate
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> Your occupation's the salvation of the hearse trade
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> For generations, we've been racing for the first place
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> But we've spent the centuries in second to the birth rate
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> [Chorus]
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> Everything living has to die
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> But to die, you need not apply
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>

> We'll find you when your time's through
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>

> Take a number, wait in line
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>

> Live your life and we'll be right behind you
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>

> Nothing's certain but death and taxes
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> So I guess you'd better get some practice
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> Nothing's certain but death and taxes
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> So I guess you'd better
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> So I guess you'd better
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> [Outro]
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> Dearly indentured
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> We are gathered here today to pay tribute
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> To the life of the departed
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> And to welcome him to the office
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> May he rest employed
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