You've better things to do than know my name
Like steal my health and never give a toss
His clone would do your evil work the same
If one day I see sense and kill my boss
Your share-price is the thing you want to know
And we who raise it live a world away
Why would you care so long as profits grow?
That we live trapped and scared to disobey
A trampling crowd conceals the blood it spills
Then every member shrugs and heads off home
While blindly you invest to pay your bills
You crush the bees to claim their honeycomb
My name is something you don't want to ask
Because you know I need this thankless task