It's not for profit and the gain is the misery
We're the germ and the pain is the industry
And we came in the name of the enemy
Habit's a pill that is easy to swallow

We're beating dead horses (we know)
Beating dead horses

It's not for fame, not for love or nobility
We're the germ and the pain is stupidity
If the sign is to find our futility
Habit's a pill that is easy to swallow