Letras
Sweatshops for croptops
Shop til you drop
What caught your eye a minute ago
Won't fit in your wardrobe tomorrow
Will it spill out into the landfill
Or end up stuck in a fish gill
Still floating around gan dabht
For a billion years or thereabouts
Livestock in locked boxes
It's fiver a pound down the shops
It's foul play for hens who stay
Cooped up inside all day
And lay the eggs to make the hash browns
To feed all you fucking clowns
Take the flesh and bone and fry them till they're
Crispy Golden Brown