Tink, clank, crack
Sing the song of labor
Dig deep, cut clean
Smash, foom, crash
That the human machines
Must never stop
Bang, break, burn
For if we keep singing
The dead air, and earth
Boom, hack, smash
Can remain out of sight
And out of mind
Work, toil, labor
So sing, sing machines
For our hearts and souls
Ruin, destroy, ignore
Blacken and fill with
Tar, oil, and coal
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