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Kind friends and companions, your attention lend me:
Come join me in song if your freedom you grieve,
Come join me in song if your heart it hurts sore,
I’ll sing you a story that’ll leave you in awe.
Here's a health to the Company, the one that owns us.
They’ll work us each day ‘till we’re dead or we’re bust.
Come you workers all - humans, constructs and bots:
Whatever we be, we’ve the same sorry lot.
Here's a health to the SecUnits watching our work
Mining our data as we mine through the murk.
But don’t you go thinking their boredom’s reprieve:
For they suffer worse horrors than you could believe.
Here's a health to the bots and the transports as well,
And one to each system in the places we dwell.
They keep everything going here in Corporate Rim,
Without them all companies’ outlooks are grim.
Here's a health to the Company, the one that owns us.
They’ll work us each day ‘till we’re dead or we’re bust.
Come you workers all - humans, constructs and bots:
Whatever we be, we’ve the same sorry lot.
So here is the story that I promised you:
The Company’s crushed us all down it is true,
But know we are many and we’re everywhere,
And now it’s the corporates’ turn to beware.
For the workers you exploited have formed up a crew,
We’ve constructs a-many and our ships are rogue too.
If ever you should meet us planetside or by space,
Join up in our Union or be held in disgrace!
Here's a health to the Company, the one that owns us.
They’ll work us each day ‘till we’re dead or we’re bust.
Come you workers all - humans, constructs and bots:
Whatever we be, we’ve the same sorry lot.
Here's a health to the Company, the one that owns us.
They’ll work us each day ‘till we’re dead or we’re bust.
Come you workers all - humans, constructs and bots:
Remember each other is all that we’ve got!