Do you hear the words I'm sayn Or are you just nodding your head pretending to comprehend The reality I am trying to convey WAKE UP Look at what you think is yourself See what the synthetic infection has done You've let the plastic hand get jammed up your ass You're a fuckin puppet And your blowin in the monetary wind You've become the victim To the photocopied world You're a clone But you don't even notice it But if you did, would you admit it Say it's all okay Or would you remain the junkie to the drug that controls the world It's called money Be it the plastic card in your wallet, the checkbook in your purse, or the crisp paper in your hand that mommy and daddy sent you You crave it like a crack rock Just a little bit will do the trick