Factories

I feel the steam of the thunderous trains
 The I-beam rivers pour life down the drain
 Assembly lines churn out cars just like rabbits
 We think they'll give us time, but we just can't have it
 My diet furthers the working man's plight
 I feed the system with every bite
 The field worker- well, he's still around
 But soon they'll program androids to pick Brussels sprouts
 Sometimes I dream, of a world that does not gleam
 The lights of industry grow dim
 I want to tear the factory down
 I want to tear the factory (down) (and let the boiler rust)
 I feel the tension rolled up like a spool
 Locked in the grid of a bright steno pool
 Mountains of documents are eating you, you're overwhelmed
 Are you a human being, or just another verse I tell?
 I hear the hum of the integrated circutry
 It's growing stronger, and it's sucking out my memory
 Data files: They simply can't make sense of me
 Have we evolved, or is this just eternal entropy?
 Sometimes I dream, of a world that does not gleam
 The lights of industry grow dim
 I want to tear the factory down
 I want to tear the factory (Ahh) (and let the boiler rust)