Ninety Pound Wuss - One Track Mind Lyrics
Your substantial credibilityIsn't much a part of meA spreading sickness, poor in tasteNo sense of realityFollowing the newest trend, it's cutting edgeSo you pretend to believe idealsAnd conform to rules of material opinionsWe're all products of a manufactured generationControlled through television by sex and violenceResistWe accept the obscene as averageTwisting all that our instincts are fighting forResist itMan exploiting women, flesh, sex, skin, flashWe rape, we destroy all that's holyResist themFlesh market society we digressWe fight to survive whileDestroying eachother with selfishnessLies of liberty and freedomHopes in something called democracyMaking the reality