bread circulates through the paws of depraved
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as the almighty dollar disables its slaves
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when the products you bought just wont bio-degrate
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an army of plastic will down our gate
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when fuel cost an arm and supplies cost a leg
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soon quadriplegics will lay by the peg
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paying for air yes a dollar a breath
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but keep your receipt, a tax deductible death
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you're caught! deaf, blind and dumb
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consumption's like coke, yer addicted and numb
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you know that i'd rather grin with teeth of gold
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but we're just products on the food chain
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if you're not eaten you'll be sold!!!
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run yer fuckin pockets and pay me (im the motherfuckin)
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god of you sick zombies so lay me (with the motherfuckin)
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strength of 1,000 sweatshops and counting (run yer motherfuckin)
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pockets give me all you got start counting...
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6 billion sick children
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all programmed, no feelings
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poor wages, TRICKED FACES
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all races ride slave ships
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Run Your Pockets
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No Cash |