| There’s only so many times you can eat that
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| Rubber food
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| 'Till You’re gonna say, Well, I’m eating it
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| I guess it must be good
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| There’s only so many times you can sit
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| And watch tv-
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| Stay detached and think it’s stupid
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| And that you’re somehow free
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| America will eat you
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| America will eat you up
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| There’s only so many times you can be
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| Treated like dirt at the airport or the bank
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| 'Til you’re gonna say, Yeah, you’re right
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| I’m a bum I’m a dog I’m a roach
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| Thank you Thank you Thanks
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| Only so many times you can see some slick
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| Jerk rave about God
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| 'Til you’re gonna give it up and go to sleep
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| And slip into a pod-
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| We’re tempting little morsels on the
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| Corporation’s fork
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| If we show up with the right bits and bytes
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| They’ll fatten us like pork
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| And America will stretch her maw and show
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| Us her white teeth
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| It’s only when it’s much too late we see
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| The cancer underneath
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| Everything has a number
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| We all must drink our cup
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| All I ask is to know when my number’s up
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| Looking at these corpses talk
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| And laugh it up on tv
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| All I want is to never have to ask
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| Lord, which corpse is me? |