TV invents a disease
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You think you have
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So you buy our drugs
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And soon you depend on them
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Pain is in your mind
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Gotcha comin' back for more
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Again and again and again and again
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Gonna rip you off
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Rip you off
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Doctor says you need surgery now
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Feelin' good 'til the side effects
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Fuck up something else
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You're ensnared by the medicine man
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Paying up the ass
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Again and again
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Gonna rip you off
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Trust your mechanic to mend your car
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Bring it in to his garage
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He tightens and loosens a few spare parts
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One thing's fixed, another falls apart
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And the rich eat you
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A magazine says your face don't look quite right
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Unless you wear our brand new wonder creme tonight
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Never look right again
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Unless you grease your skin
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Again and again and again and again
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Gonna rip you off
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Told you're depressed
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So of course you see the psychiatrist
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Right when you hit your neuroses' roots
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He confuses you
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He fucks your head up worse
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Gotcha feeling helpless
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You're comin' back for more
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Again and again
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Gonna rip you off
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Rip you off
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Trust your mechanic
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To make you well
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You're seeing an awful lot of him now
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The quicker he makes your life fall apart
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The more money you put in his pockets
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Trust your mechanic
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To plug your holes
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Trust him to make more
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Somewhere else
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Trust your mechanic
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He'll always come through
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And rip you off
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Trust Your Mechanic
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The Dead Kennedys |