| Song | Theatre of Work |
| Artist | Bad Breeding |
| Album | Exiled |
| 作词 : Charlie Rose | |
| 作曲 : Charlie Rose | |
| Theatre of work, what do you see? | |
| A plague of desperate, servile ****s | |
| Reduced to nothing more than fodder | |
| A farce of shifting insecurities | |
| They watch me toil, flail and squirm | |
| Human life as a utility | |
| Flog and spill into the sink | |
| Promise in a task without reprieve | |
| Theatre of work, what do you see? | |
| Dragging my weight | |
| across the piss-soaked floor | |
| Resigned to the tide of necessity | |
| Replaced, renewed, abused | |
| And the shame hangs heavy | |
| as I laugh… heave in the face of futility | |
| Theatre of work, what do you see? | |
| Everyday torment | |
| Living the dream | |
| Theatre of work, what do you see? | |
| A plague of desperate, servile ****s | |
| Reduced to nothing more than fodder | |
| A farce of shifting insecurities | |
| Drawn into view for all to see | |
| Fit for nothing but consumption | |
| Repeat the flush and tap the screw | |
| Promise in a task without reprieve | |
| Theatre of work, what do you see? | |
| Their funniest piece… my necessity | |
| From pious saviours to slumlords | |
| the endgame is the same | |
| shackled and skinned, more means to split | |
| Picked apart, disarmed and divided | |
| shackled and skinned, more means to split |
| zuò cí : Charlie Rose | |
| zuò qǔ : Charlie Rose | |
| Theatre of work, what do you see? | |
| A plague of desperate, servile s | |
| Reduced to nothing more than fodder | |
| A farce of shifting insecurities | |
| They watch me toil, flail and squirm | |
| Human life as a utility | |
| Flog and spill into the sink | |
| Promise in a task without reprieve | |
| Theatre of work, what do you see? | |
| Dragging my weight | |
| across the pisssoaked floor | |
| Resigned to the tide of necessity | |
| Replaced, renewed, abused | |
| And the shame hangs heavy | |
| as I laugh heave in the face of futility | |
| Theatre of work, what do you see? | |
| Everyday torment | |
| Living the dream | |
| Theatre of work, what do you see? | |
| A plague of desperate, servile s | |
| Reduced to nothing more than fodder | |
| A farce of shifting insecurities | |
| Drawn into view for all to see | |
| Fit for nothing but consumption | |
| Repeat the flush and tap the screw | |
| Promise in a task without reprieve | |
| Theatre of work, what do you see? | |
| Their funniest piece my necessity | |
| From pious saviours to slumlords | |
| the endgame is the same | |
| shackled and skinned, more means to split | |
| Picked apart, disarmed and divided | |
| shackled and skinned, more means to split |