THE FINE PRINT | The Outer Worlds Song

LYRICS: Welcome to space. What were you expecting? It’s a dangerous place. Thank you for investing. Go there for your rota, there for your orders Fill up these quotas, we'll bill you for quarters Report to your foreman but watch for marauders ‘Cus If you get eaten there’s fees for your mourners Prosperity’s there in the care of magnates In Halcyon heaven awaits! Did you think this was supposed to look like the posters Well it mostly does, oh if you only read closer Just ten short years to a new frontier Snooze as you cruise and you’ll wake up here! You’ve been trapped in that ship for an awful long time So perhaps you have simply forgot what you signed Honestly? Did you not read the colony policy? That defines you as company property? That waivers your say in autonomy? The conglomerate’s got you in lock and key We put the dollar back into idolatry If you’re upset you can rent an apology We are a family forged in bureaucracy No I in ‘team’ but there’s con in ‘economy’ Were you expecting adventure? Were you hoping for fun? My friend you’re indentured And pleasure’s exempt from your tenure So venture back down to your slum That's provided at generous prices Your worth is determined by your sacrifices A small term of service when down on the surface Internment’s a freebie that comes with the purchase We work. To earn the right to work. To earn the right to work. To earn the right to work. To earn the right to work. To earn the right to give Ourselves the rights to buy Ourselves the right to live To earn the right to die. Welcome to our little town! Why don’t you settle down? Here, just fill out the paperwork and you can look around We’re happy as can be inside the valley cannery We live to pack the cans of meat and not to question where it’s found Until we end up in the ground around the corner in the yard You know we thought we liked the sound of finding glory in the stars The board has taught us to be proud of never reaching very far So we earn what we’re allowed and give it right back at the bar The Ale to cure what ails ya’! Zero-Gee Brew! Your favourite flavour! So work til’ you bleed – ennobled by labour Then purchase relief from your local retailer If you’d rather drop dead that’s fine But you know that dropping down dead bears a fine So you do your job, I’ll do mine I gotta meet a six foot deep bottom line We make a fortune for the board by selling boredom door to door Because it’s all that we deserve and it is all we can afford The secrets of the universe and all the worlds to be explored But our dreams are back on earth and now the work is our reward And you’ll be grateful for seats at the table Though it dips at one end and the bench is unstable You may waste your days but at least you were able To pay off your grave since we leased you your cradle Be faithful and pray we’ll repay what you invest Behave as you slave for humanity’s interest On account that you’re all on account and we’re quickly amounting humanity’s interest You’d think that we’d sink to the brink of rebellion With markets dependant on peddling weapons The architect tells them the secret to heaven Is simply consuming whatever we sell them We work. To earn the right to work. To earn the right to work. To earn the right to work. To earn the right to work. To earn the right to give Ourselves the rights to buy Ourselves the right to live To earn the right to die. You should have read the fine print, my friend. Should have read the fine print You should have read the fine print, my friend. Should have read the fine print (Welcome to our little town! Why don’t you settle down? Here, just fill out the paperwork and you can look around We work and then we work and then we work and then we work And then we work and then we work and then we end up in the ground) (WORK WORK HURRY HURRY WORK WORK WORRY WORRY WORK WORK HURRY HURRY WORRY HURYY WORK WORK) You should have read the fine print, my friend. Should have read the fine print You should have read the fine print, my friend. Should have read the fine print

can we talk about how they’re a lyrical genius

Can this man make a musical already because I'm a depressed theater kid who needs a will to live

The eviction notice on the gravestone is crazy💀💀

This man didn't only cook, but he burned down the whole ass kitchen. This goes hard

as a lyricist I've decided to give up. I will never top this.

If y’all catch me walking around muttering something about “the conglomerate’s got you in lock and key” then mind your business.

My vocabulary has grown exponentially from watching Stupendium. It's insane how deep his lexicon goes

This song just portrayed the entire corporate aspect of the actual game better than the game itself. Immaculate job.

"No 'I' in 'team', but there's 'con' in 'economy'." Badass wordplay!

Damn every lyric could be a bumper sticker.

‘’You may waste days, but at least you were able to pay off your grave since we leased you your cradle’’ This line is truly underrated

i haven’t seen anyone point out that when being welcomed to the town, the listener is offered the paperwork before they can look around and see what the living conditions are actually like. theyre not even allowed to observe what the town looks like before they sign away their rights to live there.

"We work to earn the right to work, to earn the right to work..." You repeated that line the perfect number of times to make it carry on and on and convey the point, but not enough to actually become irritating. That's surprisingly hard to do

This guy single-handedly advertised this game more than the actual devs

considering Lethal Company and Nijisanji, this song has aged like a fine wine

I’ve been scrolling the comments for hours and I haven’t seen a single one about “ my friend your indentured and pleasure’s exempt from your tenure so venture back down to your slum” my god that line hits hard especially with how many people justify these kinds of situations by saying “ it’s work it’s not supposed to be fun”

There is something SO insidious about "you should have read the fine print, my friend." It's essentially saying, "Oh, you fell for our propaganda and believed that you were going to be taking on a well-paying and fulfilling career? And now you're miserable because we're exploiting you for your labor and you have to live in a slum and try to survive off scraps? Well. That's not our fault. You should have read the fine print, my friend. You have no one to blame for your suffering but yourself."

“Fandom songs are cringey” Stupendium: Hold my lyrical perfection

I don’t know if anyone noticed this but the way the lyrics shift and dip during the line about the table is absolutely incredible. It’s the little details like that which really bring these songs to an entirely different level. I doubt Stupendium will ever see this, but if they do, your work is amazing, keep it up.