The Relinquished Songtext
von Trevor Moss & Hannah-Lou

Here′s one for the relinquished
For the employee
A grown man getting gold stars for productivity
Your mother didn't raise you to work in this factory
Cap in hand for annual leave, reported quarterly

If you′re a new born babe or come of age
Middle-management or elderly
Listen long and listen well
It's the only way that you're ever gonna tell
When the profits of the prophets
Are beginning to smell of foul play
They′re beginning to smell of foul play

And here′s one for the malignant
The mean and the miserly
The machine that made a martyr of the man I should have been
Eschewed fame and fortune while was just a teen
Illusions fade with time, wounds with iodine


If you're a new born babe or come of age
Middle-management or elderly
Listen long and listen well
It′s the only way that you're ever gonna tell
When the profits of the prophets
Are beginning to smell of foul play
They′re beginning to smell of foul play

And here's one for the delinquents
Who don′t need your charity
I'm a fully paid up member of the high society
With an expensive education and a famous family
Melody nor harmony mean a thing to me

If you're a new born babe or come of age
Middle-management or elderly
Listen long and listen well
It′s the only way that you′re ever gonna tell
When the profits of the prophets
Are beginning to smell of foul play
They're beginning to smell of foul play

If you′re a new born babe or come of age
Middle-management or elderly
Listen long and listen well
It's the only way that you′re ever gonna tell
When the profits of the prophets
Are beginning to smell of foul play
Foul play