Hey Food.... (The Eatles)

Hey food, don't make it bad… Drop the gene gun, can’t make it better…
Whenever I let it into my mouth… Then things go south, it makes me deader…

Hey food, don't make it sprayed… Nano-Titanium-Oxide…
The minute you let the particles in… Your gut will spin… A gluten shredder…

And anytime you feel the pain, real food, whole grain…
No dairy from farms who charm stockholders…
For well you know Monsanto's plan… Shortened lifespan…
By-product is cancer when you’re older…
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Hey food, don't let me down… You have Round-Up, no poison better…
Whatever you don’t put into your cart… Your chance to start to make it better…

So get it out... Don’t let it in… That food is synthesized in laboratories…
And don't you know that it's just you for this Food Coup…
The movement you need is in your stomach…
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Hey food, you made it dire… Take a bad field, set it on fire…
Remember your lighter and your napalm…
Because a facepalm won’t make it…
Better better better better better better, oh…

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