Dead Kennedys — Soup Is Good Food

[Verse 1] We're sorry But you're no longer needed Or wanted Or even cared about here Machines can do a better job than you This is what you get for asking questions The unions agree "Sacrifices must be made" Computers never go on strike To save the working man you've got to put him out to pasture Looks like we'll have to let you go Doesn't it feel fulfilling to know That you, the human being, are now obsolete And there's nothing in hell we'll let you do about it? [Chorus] Soup is good food (We don't need you anymore) You made a good meal (We don't need you anymore) Now how does it feel (We don't need you anymore) To be shit out our ass And thrown in the cold like a piece of trash? [Verse 2] We're sorry You'll just have to leave Unemployment runs out after just six weeks How does it feel to be a budget cut? You're snipped You no longer exist Your number's been purged from our central computer So we can rig the facts And sweep you under the rug See our chart? Unemployment's going down If that ruins your life, that's your problem [Chorus] Soup is good food (We don't need you anymore) You made a good meal (We don't need you anymore) Now how does it feel (We don't need you anymore) To be shit out our ass And thrown in the cold [Instrumental Bridge] [Verse 3] We're sorry We hate to interrupt But it's against the law to jump off this bridge You'll just have to kill yourself somewhere else A tourist might see you And we wouldn't want that I'm just doing my job, you know So say uncle And we'll take you to the mental health zoo Force feed you mind-melting chemicals 'Til even the outside world looks great In hi-tech science research labs It costs too much to bury all the dead The mutilated disease-injected Surplus rats who can't be used anymore So they're dumped with no minister present In a spiraling corkscrew disposal unit Ground into sludge and flushed away [Chorus] Soup is good food (We don't need you anymore) You made a good meal (We don't need you anymore) Now how does it feel (We don't need you anymore) To be shit out our ass And thrown in the cold like a piece of trash? You made a good meal We know how much you'd like to die We joke about it on our coffee breaks But we're paid to force you to have a nice day In the wonderful world we made just for you [Outro] "Poor rats," we human rodents chuckle At least we get a dignified cremation At yet At 6:00 tomorrow morning It's time to get up and go to work