They preach savings with a corporate grin
Chopping blocks ready where do we begin
Cutting deep into the skin
Promises thin a spun spin
Every layoff a empty stride
Toward growth on a downward slide
But you can't cut what you haven't tried
Innovation starved creativity denied
You can't cut your way to growth they say
But still they slash come what may
You can't cut your way to growth they say
In the end it's us who pay
Desks empty the lights go dim
Silent echoes a corporate hymn
With each cut the chances slim
Growth's bright light starkly grim
Cutting costs they claim it's bold
But the stories lost are left untold
What's the use of gold if in the cold
The heart of the company's bought and sold
You can't cut your way to growth they say
But still they slash come what may
You can't cut your way to growth they say
In the end it's us who pay
You can't cut your way to growth they say
But still they slash come what may
You can't cut your way to growth they say
In the end it's us who pay
You can't cut your way to growth they say
But still they slash come what may
You can't cut your way to growth they say
In the end it's us who pay
You can't cut your way to growth they say
But still they slash come what may
You can't cut your way to growth they say
In the end it's us who pay