A Winning Strategy

A temple of innovation reduced to forgery
 The wheels have fallen off the bus, but the pedal is to the floor
 And here we are
 Let's celebrate our apathy, our negligence and sorrow
 Gather us in, take your seats, remain orderly
 And "Good afternoon, 682; hey, we're just fine, and how are you?
 Thanks, but no thanks -- this is where the ride stops and you get off
 We will show you to the door"
 It's like ripping off a band aid
 A minor adjustment, and we are on our way
 Consider this a price we choose to pay
 You can only sell your soul if you have one
 The shareholders are on patrol and they want blood
 These folks are family
 Let's throw them to the wolves
 I support this strategy
 Deep down, I pine for the days of yesteryear
 It was when we had less that every piece meant more
 But we've come this far -- we're in too deep
 I am the shepherd -- you, my sheep
 We'll fly this plane straight into the ground
 I just hope my parachute will open out
 You can only sell your soul if you have one
 The shareholders are on patrol and they want blood
 These folks are family
 Let's throw them to the wolves
 I support this strategy
 I support this strategy
 I support this strategy