Sick to death of scraping by a life Give everyone three squares The basic necessities With all this corrupt policy We might as well be paying to breathe Debt from the treatment Of a sprain from a sinkhole The aldehyde smell of cash rubbed in every wrinkle A mint of remedies A hoard of expenses Ripped from the headlines Class traitor defenses Our skin and bones, our limbs in clothes Loose nails across our feet Clever animals determined to find peace God tells me that I wasn't worth the meat Sick to death of scraping by a life The aldehyde smell of cash rubbed in every wrinkle Debt from the treatment Of a sprain from a sinkhole The aldehyde smell of cash rubbed in every wrinkle Sick to death of scraping by a life