Now warning lights are flashing down at Quality Control Somebody threw a spanner, they threw him in the hole There's rumors in the loading bay and anger in the town Somebody blew the whistle and the walls came down There's a meeting in the boardroom they're trying to trace the smell There's leaking in the washroom there's a sneak in personnel Somewhere, in a corridor, someone was heard to sneeze Goodness me, could this be Industrial Disease? Caretaker was crucified for sleeping at his post Refusing to be pacified it's him they blame the most Watchdog got rabies, the foreman got fleas Everyone concerned about Industrial Disease There's panic on the switchboard, tongues in knots Some come out in sympathy, some come out in spots Some blame the management, some the employees Everybody knows it's an Industrial Disease Yeah now, the work force is disgusted, downs, tools, walks Innocence is injured, experience just talks Everyone seeks damages, everyone agrees that "These are classic symptoms of a monetary squeeze" On ITV and BBC they talk about the curse Philosophy is useless, theology is worse History boils over, there's an economics freeze Sociologists invent words that mean "Industrial... Disease" Doctor Parkinson declared, "I'm not surprised to see you here You've got smokers cough from smoking, and brewer's droop from drinking beer I don't know how you came to get the Bette Davis knees But worst of all, young man, you've got Industrial Disease!" He wrote me a prescription, he said, "You are depressed. I'm glad you came to see me to get this off your chest. Come back and see me later. (DING) next patient, please! Send in another victim of Industrial Disease. (ha ha)" ("Ah!") ("Splendid!") And I go down to Speaker's Corner, I'm thunderstruck They got free speech, tourists, police in trucks Two men say they're Jesus... one of them must be wrong! There's a protest singer, he's singing a protest song He says, "They wanna have a war to keep their factories They wanna have a war to keep us on our knees They wanna have a war to stop the spying Japanese They wanna have a war to stop Industrial Disease They're pointing out the enemy to keep you deaf and blind They wanna sap your energy incarcerate your mind Give you Rule Brittania, gassy beer, page three Two weeks in Espana and Sunday striptease." Meanwhile, the first Jesus says, "I'll cure him soon, Abolish Monday mornings and Friday afternoons." The other one's out on hunger strike he's dying by degrees How come Jesus gets Industrial Disease!? 作曲 : Knopfler 作词 : Knopfler