Toxins, chemicals, and monster smog clouds,
won't listen to the people,
when they're faceless mad crowds
greed is our deed to feed the bad needs
the man is the men who bottom out
falling on the peons, luring with the neons
bright in your night burn the wasteful lights
want is the grunt of a runt on the line
stitching up high top double leather two tones
how many goods does one man need
wanting what he can't have while his neighbor bleeds
evil lives lived in a something high rise
looking down on the worker bees
preying for honey and working for cents
ripping up the earth where people live
churning it up in a process that's endless
easier than what we give
and making them spend more
they've served their purpose
and now are refuse
everyone had access to her motions
a two-timing bitch and one time ho
she works hard and needs to travel
hitting the pavement she eats the gravel
profitable investing in bread and meat
but it seems as though we've run out of dough
you're listening to so-and-so
you can't stop being famous you can only become infamous
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