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