We're going hungry in this here country
Lack of profit lack of gluttony
Have no fear; my motives are clear
I'm here to save your lives; not to profiteer
I'll take your money without your vote
Spend it where I want shove it down your throat
Taste my commodities
Without me you'd never survive
Quantity beats quality
I will fill you up until you die
The poison's gotta stay
There is no other way
That you can keep your sickly hunger away
Nothing that you can do
Ignore the catch twenty two
Your body's mine to pollute
I would never taste my own medicine
Not ill enough to demand my supply
Just be happy for our mutual win
You get it cheap and you get satisfied
God forbid you might just end up thin
Weened off the teat that you could not suck dry
Suck down this poison I made for you
Suck down this poison it's all you knew
Suck down this poison I made for you
Suck down this poison and say thank you
Unless there is some profit in food, there will be no food for people. If you want to eat well, we're going to put a little profit out there. We're going to make this industry pay. P-R-O-F-I-T. The welfare of America rests on it. Thank you.
The perfect blend of naive enthusiasm and unfiltered rock 'n' roll danger, leading to an explosive, raw sound. Volcanic, pure, and crushing. Bandcamp New & Notable May 30, 2017