Commercial Song

I'd like to go, where no McDonalds grow
And I'd like to be, where nothing's fat free

Don't you like some of that neon-light-burger-king-sex?
Some of that red-light-high-speed-on-sale-online-trash?

You can buy us we are cheap
We're depressed and lonely
Please take us home
To holly wood where we belong

We are all Gate's children
We're all the same
Big Brother is our guide
To make us understand

Bush is our prophet
Who'll lead us to the promised land
The Arabs are the "bad guys"
We know that from the news
Our visa card is the key to
Make all of our wishes come true

We believe in coca cola
And that everybody's free
And that surgeons' only purpose
Is to make our lives "complete"

But I'd like to go where no McDonalds grow
And I'd like to be, where nothing's fat free



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