The Stupendium - The Fine Print lyrics

Welcome to space, what were you expecting?
It's a dangerous place
Thank you for investing
Go there for your rota, there for your orders
Fill up these quotas
 we'll bill for your quarters
Report to your foreman but
Watch for marauders
'Cause if you get eaten
There's fees for your mourners
Prosperity's there in the care of magnates
In Halcyon, heaven await's
Did you think it was supposed
To look like the poster? It mostly does, oh
If you'd only read closer
Just ten short years to a new frontier
Snooze as you cruise and you'll wake up here
You've been trapped in that ship
For an awful long time
So perhaps you have simply
Forgot what you signed oh, honestly


Did you not read the colony policy
That defines you as company property?
That waivers your say in autonomy?
The conglomerate's got you in lock and key
We put the "dollar" back into "idolatry"
If you're upset, you can rent an apology
We are a family forged in bureaucracy
No "I" in "team" but
There's "con" in "economy"
Were you expecting adventure? Were
You hoping for fun?
My friend, you're indentured
And pleasure's exempt from your tenure
So venture back down to your slum
That's provided at generous prices
Your worth is determined by your sacrifices
A small term of service when
Down on the surface
Internment's a freebie that comes
With the purchase


We work to earn the right to work
To earn the right to work
To earn the right to work
To earn the right to work
To earn the right to give
Ourselves the right to buy
Ourselves the right to live to
Earn the right to die

Welcome to our little town
Why don't you settle down?
Here, just fill out the paperwork
And you can look around
We're happy as can be
Inside the valley cannery
We live to pack the cans of meat
And not to question where it's found
Until we end up in the ground
Around the corner in the yard
You know, we thought we liked the sound
Of finding glory in the stars
The board has taught us to be
Proud of never reaching very far
So we earn what we're allowed and give
It right back at the bar
The ale to cure what ails ya
Zero Gee Brew, your favourite flavour
So work 'til you bleed, ennobled by labour
Then purchase relief from your local retailer
If you'd rather drop dead, that's fine
But you know that dropping down
Dead bears a fine
So you do your job and I'll do mine
I gotta meet a six-foot deep bottom line
We make a fortune for the board
By selling boredom door to door
Because it's all that we deserve and
It is all we can afford
The secrets of the universe and all
The worlds to be explored
But our dreams are back on Earth and
Now the work is our reward
And you'll be grateful for
Seats at the table though it dips at one end
And the bench is unstable
You may waste your days but
At least you were able
To pay off your grave since
We leased you your cradle
Be faithful and pray
We'll repay what you invest
Behave as you slave for humanity's interest
On account that you're all on account
And we're quickly amounting
Humanity's interest
You'd think that we'd sink to
The brink of rebellion
With markets dependent on peddling weapons
The architect tells them the secret to heaven
Is simply consuming whatever we sell them


We work to earn the right to work
To earn the right to work
To earn the right to work
To earn the right to work
To earn the right to give
Ourselves the right to buy
Ourselves the right to live to
Earn the right to die

You should have read the fine print
My friend should have read the fine print
You should have read the fine print
My friend should have read the fine print
Welcome to our little town
Why don't you settle down?
Here, just fill out the paperwork
And you can look around
We work and then we work
And then we work and then we work
And then we work and then we work
And then we end up in the ground
Work, work, hurry, hurry
Work, work, worry, worry
Work, work, hurry, hurry
Worry, hurry, work, work
You should have read the fine print
My friend should have read the fine print


Here and here and initial here
Welcome to the family