

(Why stay Earthbound when there's Glory in the Stars?)
You've been asleep for a long time
Remember the waiver that you signed?
Welcome to Halcyon, the biggest lie Corporate ruling under the sky We
own your body, we own the air There's a tax on what
you share
Natural foods, what a boar
Burst is the wurst,
try some more
Head to Edgewater, try some fish It's totally fresh,
and packed with shit
Try a mock apple,
taste delight Even though you know it's not quite right Try some
Rizzo's candy bars Or plant yourself some preserved tar
We own your soul,
we own your mind Corporate jokes are out of line If you
aren't productive, you have a thing to get rid of
We draw the line Work till you die,
or fall ill Just remember,
there's a bill
If you try to escape our grasp,
well just pull you right back
All the worlds you could've explored,
the things you said would be galore
Well now you work in a cannery
Inside a town with holes that bleed
Not a single ingredient's fresh And nothing compares to the preserved flesh
(It's not the best choice,
it's Spacer's Choice! Buy our guns and food,
it'll get you where you need!)
Did you think it was supposed to look like the poster?
It mostly does
Oh, but you should've read closer
(Just ten short years,
to a new frontier,
in Halcyon, heaven awaits)
We own your soul,
we own your mind Corporate jokes are out of line If you
ain't productive, your a thing to get rid of We draw the
line Work till you die,
or fall ill Just remember,
there's a bill If you try to escape our grasp,
well just pull you right back
(Auntie Cleo - It's Better than Nature!) You should
have read the fine print,
my
friend.