Lyrics

Victims Family White Bread Blues Supermarket Nightmare When I go to the super store People look so tired and bored and their backs are sore As I walk up and down the aisles The people they don't smile they look so vile They shop around and blanky stare They seem so unware. I look inside of their S-h-o-p-p-i-n-g c-a-r-t, what do you think I see? White bread blues White sugar cubes Black tar and nicotine Red meat schemes Dad, he had a heart attack Mom's got a bending back and a choking hack Little sister's got a lumpy chest Cancer of the breast, all the rest And Bobby Joe just can't sit still He's got to take a pill or else he gets ill And oh we're such a healthy family We take our vitamin C, wash it down with Pepsi White bread blues White sugar cubes Black tar and nicotine Red meat schemes Fruits are gassed and waxed and nuked Till it is not a fruit, it makes me wanna puke Bred for looks and not for taste For dollars and for haste, it's such a waste And I feel sorry for the lambs The turkeys and the hams caught in the scam I know "we are not what we eat, we are what we don't shit*" And that is it White bread blues White sugar cubes Black tar and nicotine Red meat schemes (* Hugh Romney)