| The industry of living
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| We are the cause, we know the cure
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| We’re keeping it a secret
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| You never really can be sure
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| Tell me are you feeling better
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| Cause I can change the weather
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| You’re under our suspicion
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| We rule the ones who make the rules
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| There’s really no decision
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| The over medicated fools
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| Now that I can change the weather
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| Things are gettin' better
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| Yes it’s all the rage, this chemical age
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| For those who have the power
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| The deeper pockets longer live
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| Invention of condition
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| With all the fear they have to give
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| Now that you are feeling better
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| You’re gonna live forever
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| Oh it’s all the rage, this chemical age
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| End the pain, if we find a vein
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| And if you lose your mind
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| We knew it all the time… all the time
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| Now you live in a medicated fantasy
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| You will be
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| Living free of all your ups and downs
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| All your symptoms fading
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| Turn into another ill
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| Condition is degrading
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| All you need is one more pill
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| Now that you can live forever
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| You’ll never get much better
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| I hate to ruin all the fun
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| Of a nations population
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| On a never ending numb
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| And we know it’s really all the rage
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| Cause we’re living as we’re dying
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| In this chemical age |