| Mothers and sons, fathers and daughters you’re
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| Praisin' the dollar just like it’s a goddess
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| Now, process the thought you could say yo' it’s not us;
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| We’re cautious so as not to get caught up on products
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| Bull shit so full of McDonalds you need calonics
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| No honest, they’ve got us just how they’ve got us so that we want it
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| And will it stop? |
| No!
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| Not since your self-strength went through the window
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| It’s all money in the world on the ride
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| With the, you and I gettin robbed by the?
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| And everything you know and love is getting sold up (sold up)
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| Sold out in the frenzy for the goldrush
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| Look at the pop kings and queens
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| Stop think and see that the tug of marketing beneath those hot pink caprees
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| Got you talkin' and bein' like all the Hollywood phony shit
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| Better watch what you’re preachin' now days not even only just that
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| I need a pony it’s that
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| I need a Nokia-teen-barbie phone with a monthly credit loan
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| Because it’s family stuff
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| And we love to be nice parents
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| But you ought to know your daughter’s growin' up to be like Paris
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| And they don’t care it’s in your homes or your own minds
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| They got you when your born so it’s in your bones
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| Like a kiddie-farm goldmine
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| Generation so blind
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| We don’t need to think, that’s the whole nine
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| And you can hide, but they got million-dollar spin-doctors
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| Workin' through the night to get a million out your thin pockets
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| Got a bottom line, big profits, big willy wanna brainwash the world
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| Gonna make a killing off it
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| I remember being thirteen, diggin' in my moms purse
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| Fiendin' to get the name brand shirts
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| Jeans, and anything else I thought was cool
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| Wanted to show off my shoes once I got to school
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| To make the other kids jealous
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| Tryin’a front like I bought 'em at Footlocker when I got 'em at Zeller’s
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| But what the hell was I supposed to say man
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| These girls’ll ignore you unless your clothes are name brand, shit
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| But by the time I turned seventeen
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| Realized that almost everything I thought was important had never been
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| And a lot of what I taught was true just wasn’t
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| So by then I rarely got to school
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| Started seeing it’s a consumers world
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| Perpetuating greed that consumers the world
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| And everybody’s over obsessed with their possessions
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| Getting loaded with debt
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| Got us climbing out a hole till we’re old and decrepit |