Lyrics

Goodbye occupation,
Hello brave new world,
Goodbye to the hands that used to do the work,
Where do I go from here,

Pry my fingers from their hold,
Collect my final pay,
As I step into the cold,
On my final day,

Past three generations,
My family worked the mill,
Programs and profits shadow heritage,
I drag my life on up the hill,

In an hour no one will care,
What's become of me,
In a corner of a corporate field,
Another casualty,

I guess the world seems to be changing,
I guess I tried hard not to see,
I guess I'll put the past behind me,
Regain my sense of human dignity,

Goodbye occupation,
Hello brave new world,
Goodbye to the hands that used to do the work,
Where do I go from here.