Warning lights are flashing down at Quality Control.
Somebody threw a lightswitch and they threw him in the hole.
There's rumors in the loading bay and anger in the town.
Somebody blew the whistle and the walls came tumbling down.
There's a meeting in the boardroom - they're trying to trace the smell.
There's leaking in the washroom - there's a sneak in personnel.
Somewhere in the corridors someone was heard to sneeze,
'goodness me could this be?
Industrial Disease.
The caretaker was crucified for sleeping at his post.
They're refusing to be pacified and it's him they blame the most.
The watchdog's got rabies - the foreman's got falllll-leas
and everyone's concerned about Industrial Disease.
There's panic on the switchboard, tongues are tied in knots.
Some come out in sympathy, some come out in spots.
Some blame the management - some the employees,
and everybody knows it's the Industrial Disease.
The work force is disgusted throwing tools and taking walks.
Innocence is injured, experience just talks.
Everyone seeks damages and everyone agrees,
that these are classic symptoms of a monetary squeeze.
On CBS and ABC they talk about the curse.
Philosophy is useless, theology is worse.
History boils over - there's an economics freeze.
Sociologists invent words that mean Industrial Disease.
Doctor Parkinson declared 'I'm not surprised to see you here
You've got smokers cough from smoking, brewer's droop from drinking beer.
I don't know how you came to get those Betty Davis knees,
but worst of all young man - you've got Industrial Disease.
He wrote me a prescription - he said 'you are depressed.
But I'm glad you came to see me to get this off your chest.
Come back and see me later - and next patient please - send in another victim of Industrial Disease.
So I go down to Speaker's Corner - I'm a thunderstruck.
They got free speech, tourists, and police in trucks.
Two men say they're Jesus, one of them must be WRONG
There's a protest singer, singing a protest song.
He says:
They wanna have a war to keep us on our knees
They wanna have a war to keep their factories
They wanna have a war to stop us buying Japanese
They wanna have a war to stop Industrial Disease.
They're pointing out the enemy to keep you deaf and blind.
They wanna sap your energy - incarcerate your mind.
They give you Rule Brittania, gassy beer and page three -
Two weeks in Espana and a Sunday striptease.
Meanwhile the first Jesus says - I'd cure it soon.
Abolish Monday mornings and Friday afternoons.
The other one's on hunger strike he's dying by degrees.
How come Jesus never gets Industrial Disease?
Merry Christmas ITS! peace, Shep