Two‐Fifty Songtext
von Chris Walla

All hail an imminent collapse
You can fumble for your maps
But we′re exhausted by the facts

We still believe old Henry's dream
An assembly line, a team
The firebrand, the steam
Who believes it more than we?

Pull the switch, find the fireman
We need more than funds
We need a plan, a solution
We need efficiency


We are all fractured factory lines
Once filled with piss and drive
Now obese without a hive
How will we survive?

There isn′t room for me or you
They just don't need us like they did when it was new
Well it's a life of shared commitment
A life of tightening the bound and moving on
Let′s move forward, Alan
Let′s move forward, Alan
Let's move forward, Alan
Let′s move on