Trust Your Mechanic/ Dead Kennedy’s/ Plastic Sugery Disasters

T.V. invents a disease you think you have So you buy our drugs and soon you depend on them Pain is in your mind Gotcha comin’ back for more Again and again and again and again gonna rip you off Doctor says you need surgery now Feelin’ good ’til the side effects Fuck up something else You’re ensnared by the medicine man Paying up the ass Again and again Gonna rip you off Trust your mechanic to mend your car Bring it in to his garage He tightens and loosens a few spare parts One thing’s fixed, another falls apart And the rich eat you A magazine says your face don’t look quite right Unless you wear our brand new wonder creme tonight Never look right again Unless you grease your skin Again and again and again and again Gonna rip you off Told you’re depressed So of course you see the psychiatrist Right when you hit your neuroses’ roots He confuses you He fucks your head up worse Go