Lyrics

Look out from your TV Magazines you read It's a paranoia Nice new house ya need Taught in school with a broken rule Teach ya bout the money pit Recluse in wealthy pools Drowning me quick Your fantasy's, your gonna sink The rocket ship is on the brink Dreaming about your hippie hit Parader magazines A waste in time, your killing mine You call this a free country Free to be a bum industry Suburban greed You want everything Bourgeoisie is gonna rot Stuffed inside a snob Bored with the people here A plastic bubble there