Letras:Chumbawamba. Can't Think - Must Work.

Out of the offices, faces grey
All of the zombies look the other way
Scared of meeting face to face
Scared to let strangers into their space
Out of the offices, faces grey
All of the zombies look the other way
Scared of meeting face to face
Scared to let strangers into their space
Can't think, must work
(repeats)

Too scared to accept that the life they lead
Is based on pain and death and greed
Can't think, must work
(repeats)
Too busy working to question, doubt
Unless you think (?) you'll never find out