One Track Mind Lyrics - Ninety Pound Wuss

Your substantial credibility 

Isn't much a part of me 

A spreading sickness, poor in taste 

No sense of reality 

Following the newest trend, it's cutting edge 

So you pretend to believe ideals 

And conform to rules of material opinions 

We're all products of a manufactured generation 

Controlled through television, by sex and violence 

Resist 

We accept the obscene as average 

Twisting all that our instincts are fighting for 

Resist it 

Man exploiting women, flesh, sex, skin, flash 

We rape, we destroy all that's holy 

Resist them 

Flesh market society we digress 

We fight to survive while 

Destroying each other with selfishness 

Lies of liberty and freedom 

Hopes in something called democracy 

Masking the reality