Supermarket Nightmare lyrics
by Victims Family



When I go to the super storePeople look so tired and bored and their backs are sore.As I walk up and down the aislesThe people they don't smile they look so vile.They shop around and blanky stare.They seem so unware. I look inside of theirS-h-o-p-p-i-n-g c-a-r-t, what do you think I see?White bread bluesWhite sugar cubesBlack tar and nicotineRed meat schemesDad, he had a heart attack,Mom's got a bending back and a choking hack.Little sister's got a lumpy chestCancer of the breast, all the rest.And Bobby Joe just can't sit stillHe'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 bluesWhite sugar cubesBlack tar and nicotineRed meat schemesFruits 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 bluesWhite sugar cubesBlack tar and nicotineRed meat schemes(* Hugh Romney)