They will out-source us... Work is so laborious...
Matthew Bellamy of the Rock group Muse had an earlier career where he worked at the help desk of an Information Technology
company.
As part of "first tier" support, he responded to complaints about lost or forgotten passwords, machines that would not
boot because they were not turned on or plugged in, people who just wanted to complain in general about monitors that were
too small, mouse pads that were missing, keyboards that would not work because people had dropped food in them, and PCs that
were too slow for the games that people had illegally uploaded and wanted to play on them while they worked.
Bellamy was instructed by his supervisors to generally lock people out of their PCs and prevent them, basically, from
doing anything. This is generally the way IT departments operate. Those who complained were given fewer permissions, and ultimately,
banned from the network or slowed to the point where they were not effective in performing their jobs. Bellamy usually spent
a typical day reading other people's e-mail, especially ones sent by recruiters from other companies who offered his co-workers
better or higher paying jobs.
Bellamy found out through the grapevine that his company was going to outsource his job and most of the other jobs of his
coworkers. Frustrated and angry, he grabbed his guitar (which just happened to be lying nearby), and composed this song, which
was initially rejected by his producers. Matt was eventually let go by his company, so he had time to rework the song lyrics,
and it became a smashing success.
Downsizing
Paranoia is in bloom, The HR, recissions will resume They'll try to,
un-plug to make this a ghost town And hope that, we will never see the truth around (So come on)
Another promise, another plead Another, packaged lie to keep us trapped
in greed And all the, green belts wrapped around our minds And endless, red tape to keep the truth confined (So come
on)
They will out-source us They will stop degrading us They will not
control us Work is so laborious So come on
prearranging mind control Don't let the, retribution takes its toll If
you could, flick the switch and open your third eye You'd see that, man-a-gers are ma-king your job die (So come on)
Rise up and take em-ploy-ment back It's time the, fat cats had a heart
attack They know that, our job's coming to an end We have to, unify or watch our job sus-pend (So come on)
They will out-source us They will stop degrading us They will not
control us Work is so laborious So come on