People are dying every year

For all of the stupidest things 

Boosting up a profit edge 

Never mind their safety 



Stop wait think 

Maybe what I'm trying to say 

Stop wait think 

Your hands aren't clean, there's blood on them 

Stop wait think 

Every death that needn't be 

Stop wait think 

The pain of it rests on your head 



Read the papers, shake your heads 

White collar workers collect your pay 

Don't you see there's blood on your hands 

When you cut some corners on loose ends 



Seperated form your crimes 

By hours of production lines 

Matching lives against money 

Keep your conscience nice and clean 



Stop wait think 

Maybe what I'm trying to say 

Stop wait think 

Your hands aren't clean, there's blood on them 

Stop wait think 

Every death that needn't be 

Stop wait think 

The pain of it rests on your head 



Airplane seats that snap away 

Cars that lack driver's airbags 

Producers don't lose, they make 

Money talks, sense walks 



A train crashes, a plane goes down 

A ferry capsized, a shuttle explodes 

Cars that burst into flames 

No act of god, it's in your name