Forty-four magnum advertisements
Rip through the ears and the eyes
All that's left
When they clear up the mess
A mouth that unthinking cries "Yes."
Roll out a strong corporate image and
Own this land from sea to sea
My country tis' of thee
Land of the free
Red, white, blue slaves to TV
CHORUS
The people have spoken they want their fruitcakes
Pet rocks and green linguini
Taste your death in a mint flavored breath
The Twinkie defense ain't a lie
Spilled milk begets tears and rational fears
Murder by cream filled sponge treats
Binge your last binge
Because soon it will end
When the cuisinarts all take revenge
CHORUS
Taste death in a mint flavored breath
The Twinkie defense ain't a lie
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