They wanna have a war to keep their factories
Meanwhile the first Jesus says, "I'll cure it soon
Some come out in sympathy, some come out in spots
I don't know how you came to get the Bette Davis wheeze
Everyone seeks damages and everyone agrees
The other one's out on hunger strike, he's dying by degrees
There's a leakin' in the washroom, there's a sneakin' personnel
There's panic on the switchboard, tongue is in knots
There's a meeting in the boardroom, they're trying to trace the smell
You've got smokers cough from smoking
Somebody blew the whistle and the walls came down
Yeah, now the work force is disgusted down tools and walks
Send in another victim of industrial disease"
Caretaker was crucified for sleeping at his post
I'm glad you came to see me to get this off your chest
Give you Rule Brittania, gassy beer, page three
He wrote me a prescription he said, "You are depressed
Some blame the management, some the employees
History boils over, there's an Economics freeze
Brewer's droop from drinking beer
They got free speech, tourists, police in trucks
Doctor Parkinson declared, "I'm not surprised to see you here
Come back and see me later, next patient please
That these are classic symptoms of a monetary squeeze
Everyone's concerned about industrial disease
They're pointing out the enemy to keep you deaf and blind
Innocence is injured, experience just talks
Sociologists invent words that mean industrial disease
They wanna have a war to keep us on our knees
Somewhere in the corridors someone was heard to sneeze
On ITV and BBC they talk about the curse
They wanna have a war to stop us buying Japanese
Two men say they're Jesus, one of them must be wrong
Philosophy is useless, theology is worse
Everybody knows it's the industrial disease
Watchdog's got rabies, the foreman got the fleas
They wanna have a war to stop industrial disease
They wanna sap your energy, incarcerate your mind
Refusing to be pacified, it's him they blame the most
Abolish Monday mornings and Friday afternoons"
And I go down to speaker's corner, I'm a thunderstruck
Goodness me, could this be industrial disease ?'
But worst of all young man you've got industrial disease"
Two weeks in Espania and Sunday striptease
There's rumors in the loading bay and anger in the town
There's a protest singer, he's singing a protest song, he says
