bread circulates through the paws of depraved   as the almighty dollar disables its slaves   when the products you bought just wont bio-degrate   an army of plastic will down our gate   when fuel cost 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 deductible death      you're caught! deaf, blind and dumb   consumption's like coke, yer 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 yer fuckin pockets and pay me (im the motherfuckin)   god of you sick zombies so lay me (with the motherfuckin)   strength of 1,000 sweatshops and counting (run yer motherfuckin)   pockets give me all you got start counting...      6 billion sick children   all programmed, no feelings   poor wages, TRICKED FACES   all races ride slave ships