Consumer Being Put to Lyrics

Ain't a savage he gone make a living

Inadvertently he makes a killing

He's to blame and no one else

Who's in his body if he killed his self?

He needs more and more and more

Transient Attachment whore

Till the grass don't grow and the pennies don't roll and then somethings got to give

But I dont know if I can wait that long meanwhile I've got to live

And when I reach inside to my souls on fire burning up all my bones and skin

I love you but for the sake of us both the consumer being put to death

Hot tar and a bag of feathers

Hang man out in any weather

Hold on a second now the crowd ain't safe

Prosecution calling out by name

Who wants more and more and more?

A deal he can't ignore

Till the grass don't grow and the pennies don't roll and then somethings got to give

But I dont know if I can wait that long meanwhile I've got to live

And when I reach inside to my souls on fire burning up all my bones and skin

I love you but for the sake of us both the consumer being put to death

So fun to take in a world so hard to give

Why is it so hard to give?

So fun to take in a world so hard to give

Why is it so hard to give?

So fun to take in a world so hard to give

Why is it so hard to give?