Ten men working had to get a new job
Try to save the planet from a fuel-burning mob
Who turned on everyone for being so controlling
Taking away all the freedom they've been knowing
Yeah, the government said they had to get new cars
Picked those fuel-burners and they went to Mars
They turned on everyone for being so controlling
And taking away the freedom that they had always been knowing
Change ain't never gonna come
They sang that together and they rose as one
Take on the great conspiracy if you don't
Try to stop them from living as they've always been living
Ten men working had to get a new job
Save a throwaway tool from an old corncob
Left behind by a farmer that killed for growing
That bad yellow fuel with the economy slowing
