US of Wal Mart - Lyrics

The US of Wal-Mart We're living in the US of Wal Mart There's one in every town No need for local business When they come around Now our downtown's a ghost town They've got a lot of what they've got But not much selection People are losing jobs but they don't make the connection I lost mine too but that's OK 'cause Dubyah's got my praise For standing up like a real man to those disgusting Gays TVs blarin' people staring off into space Shuffling while they push their carts in a consumptive haze Seems like everythings's made in China these days Or indonesia by indentured slaves Bridge: Game Boys 'n', rat poision, Stainless steel grilles Ammo and cheap auto parts, Carter's Liver Pills Chitterlings and candy, Nabisco, General Mills All right there in your cart now don't you feel fulfilled? Duct tape 'n' ice scrapers, makeup and hairspray Fourty two kinds of chips, all by Frito Lay We're living in the US of Wal Mart Trading our freedom for a shopping cart They've got everything you need Except for dignity, here in the US, the US of Wal Mart Copyright 2005 Michael Bloomer