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Feed em all their meds 'til they forget what the drugs cost
People never question what you're selling them guns for
Or beat 'em in the head with the message, with the blunt force
Lead 'em to the edge, tell 'em this is the jump off
The run-off you dump off in skulls that are soft
Let 'em suck on your exhaust 'til the fucking sun's gone
Baby, make 'em bleed from it while they dream of it
Make 'em yearn to get it while they're burning in it
Treat the side effects
And supply the next disorder
Poison the well and bottle the water
When all else fails, you start a war up
Sell him what he needs to knock it down and reconstruct
Feed her junk, she eats it up
Pumped full of refined additives
Sell 'em tummy tucks and plus-sized caskets
Cuz if it ain't dead
How do you know it's empty?
Bleed your customer, get yourself free
Bleed your customer, get yourself free
Bleed your customer, get yourself free
Bleed your customer-
You sell Brand-X seatbelts
And planned obsolescence
Clinical trial cover-up, never crash-tested
Offshore accounts for when you bounce with a pension
Keep a gun in their mouth; treat 'em for bouts of depression
Tell him to buy a pet, help him to buy a house
Chain him to a fence and get your pound of flesh out
Sell nicotine, caffeine, energy drinks
They'll work 'til they forget to breathe, dream, or think
And worship celebrity, selling the ego trip
Or buy up a bunch of product from the Jesus pimps
You carry pills and prayer beads
Razor blades and used condoms
Rap CDs, magazines
And novelty items
Cause if it ain't dead
How do you know it's empty?
Bleed your customer, get yourself free
Bleed your customer, get yourself free
Bleed your customer, get yourself free
Say: I get bloody
I get bloody
I get bloody
I get bloody