Slap shit in a bag and serve with a smile
Ready in 3 minutes; shouldn’t meat take awhile
Beaming clown face of the nutrient apocalypse
Loving your convenience but personally I miss
When real food came from real people
When nobody worshiped the glowing arch steeple
When raising your kids meant feeding them well
Not encouraging descent into gluttonous hell
You wonder why you’re fat and bloated
Why you have no energy?
The shit you eat is fat and coated
In chemicals and MSG
Will your happy meal still make you smile
In your hospital bed, bathed in bile
Will you still be lovin’ it
When you can’t even run from it?
[When the masses]
[Don’t have access]
[To the option]
Of a good real meal
[When no one ]
[Remembers]
[What it’s like]
To feel
[Healthy]
[And in control]
[We’re all just force-fed]
The rations of the proles
We’re headed this way
And you’re pushing it along
It’s more than just
A frivolous song
It’s your life, it’s mine
You haven’t given a shit
I think it’s high time
We all take a stand
Against this consumer driven
Mass-production land
That we’ve collectively created
Well I fucking hate it
We’re losing our power, and food is the source
They’re depleting our freedom, not even by force
Indifferent to our own utter decline
Well I’ve got a bone to pick with the masses
‘Cause my mind is mine!
Who will stand with me? [We will]
Before we all fall?
Who wants to be healthy?
Who’s sick of it all?