Hark! to the Music

Hark to the melody, we’re all gonna die, so
Hop to the music if you can’t get free
From the liar and the killer and the bourgeoisie
Dig to the bottom, and destroy the rest
Hark to the melody, we’re all gonna die, so
Hop to the music if you’re just too sick
And you’re doomed, and you’re dying
And it’s much too quick
Crawl outta your holes, you little roaches
Crawl outta your holes, it’s time to
Crawl outta your holes
Dig out your souls, dig out your souls
Hop to the melody, and quit your job
Out of the misery and into the darkness
Hark to the birdie and the bark of the dog
Get aware and the stare into the face of God
Hark to the melody, and don’t look back
Tear off your dinner jacket, take the plunge
Refuse to participate and show your hand, honey
Take back your freedom any way that you can
Ah, ah, ah, ah