When I go to the super store

People look so tired and bored and their backs are sore.

As I walk up and down the aisles

The people they don't smile they look so vile.

They shop around and blanky stare.

They seem so unware. I look inside of their

S-h-o-p-p-i-n-g c-a-r-t, what do you think I see?



White bread blues

White sugar cubes

Black tar and nicotine

Red meat schemes



Dad, he had a heart attack,

Mom's got a bending back and a choking hack.

Little sister's got a lumpy chest

Cancer of the breast, all the rest.

And Bobby Joe just can't sit still

He's got to take a pill or else he gets ill.

And oh we're such a healthy family,

We take our vitamin C, wash it down with Pepsi.



White bread blues

White sugar cubes

Black tar and nicotine

Red meat schemes



Fruits are gassed and waxed and nuked,

Till it is not a fruit, it makes me wanna puke.

Bred for looks and not for taste,

For dollars and for haste, it's such a waste.

And I feel sorry for the lambs,

The turkeys and the hams caught in the scam.

I know "we are not what we eat, we are what we don't shit*"

And that is it.



White bread blues

White sugar cubes

Black tar and nicotine

Red meat schemes



(* Hugh Romney