Be fast, be clean, be cheap
No one goes away empty handed
On this show it's demanded
That there is no time to stop to think
Because the price of doubt is steep
And it is not your place to think
It's just your place to
Be fast, clean, and cheap
No one ever lets themselves
be at home
They're busy casting with the stone
And they won't throw up
through their weak
Cause they're fast,
clean and cheap
Someone's got to be poor
For there's been nothing
to fight for
Someone's got to be rich
Cause someone's got to
have more
And life, this ain't neither way
Your birth is something
to worry while in sleep
But it's not your place to wake up
It's just your place to be fast,
clean, and cheap
I guess we get what we deserve
So that would be more than my job's
I pray that we get what we deserve
It's good that that would be more
than my job's worth
Hey man, don't you know
there's a war on?
As you run to live with your poison
Well, that's the story of our lives
We breathe and tell
ourselves lies
Someone's got to be tough
Or there'll be nobody to stop
Our heart's built to have less
But standing in their way of progress
Our tears, not to reason why
Our tears, just to do and die
Someone's got to be poor
For there's been nothing
to fight for
Someone's got to be rich
But someone's got to have
more
Someone's got to be tough
Or there's ain't nobody to stop
All of those who have left
From standing in the way
of the world
Hey man, don't you know that the war
Has you under it for your part?
Well, that's the story of our lives