Only the privileged may stride

They spoke softly as I tread

The man, they said, is good as dead

Better get myself some more

Peace they say is quite a bore

Invest your time in fleeting joy

Death is real no time for toys

Trade your soul for them singapor boys

Buy the product, ship it out

Feed the family, scream and shout

No denying, just complying

And think nothing of the final ploy

Only capital, only gain

Pain pain invest in pain

Bring new orders to foreign lords

Never forget

You’re ours.