Bread circulates through the paws of depraved
As the almighty dollar disables its slaves
When the products you bought just won't bio-degrate
An army of plastic will hold down our gate
When fuel costs an arm and supplies cost a leg
Soon quadriplegics will lay by the peg
Paying for air, yes a dollar a breath
But keep your receipt,a tax deductable death
You're caught deaf, blind, and dumb
Consumption's like coke, you're addicted and numb
You know that I'd rather grin with teeth of gold
But we're just products on the food chain
If you're not eaten you'll be sold
Run your fuckin' pockets and pay me (I'm the motherfuckin')
God of you sick zombies so lay me (with the motherfuckin')
Strength of a thousand sweatshops and counting (Run your motherfuckin')
Pockets, give me all you got, start counting.
Six billion sick children
All programmed, no feelings
Poor wages, tricked faces
All races ride slave ships