Songtext von Run Your Pockets

bread circulates through the paws of depraved the almighty dollar disables its slaves when the products you bought just wont bio-degrate an army of plastic will hold down our gate when fuel cost an arm and supplies cost a leg soon quadriplegics will lay by the peg paying for air yes a dollar a breath but keep your receipt, a tax deductible death you're caught! deaf, blind and dumb consumption's like coke, yer addicted and numb you know that i'd rather grin with teeth of gold but we're just products on the food chain if you're not eaten you'll be sold!!! run yer fuckin pockets and pay me (im the motherfuckin) god of you sick zombies so lay me (with the motherfuckin) strength of 1,000 sweatshops and counting (run yer motherfuckin) pockets give me all you got start counting... 6 billion sick children all programmed, no feelings poor wages, TRICKED FACES all races ride slave ships