Take my hands. Take my heart. Just for a start
And watch me polish the machinery.
Take my hopes. Take my soul. Take it all
And watch me become part of the scenery.
I'll keep it clean. I'll keep it keen.
I'll keep it tick, tick, ticking over.
So take my sweat, make it oil. Make me toil.

While people need; other people do.
It just seems I need so much more than you.
Or so they tell me every day.
An empty life spent spinning and falling.
We’re falling through a hole in the world.
That they made for you and me

So take this token,
It’s my donation to the black heart of industry.
A growth market, guaranteed.
Another empty victory.
And it’s a bitter wind that’s blowing us home
And eating deep into our souls.
So go create. Be inspired. Think differently.
Just understand this;
They'll own us wherever we go.

And I know that everything seems a little crazy about now.
And I can understand it when you tell me that you think you're losing your grip.
So wise up and muscle up and rustle up a dash of perspective on the side
And then promise that you'll never let this slip.