TV 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

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

Gotcha feeling helpless

You're comin' back for more

Again and again

Gonna rip you off

Rip you off



Trust your mechanic

To make you well

You're seeing an awful lot of him now

The quicker he makes your life fall apart

The more money you put in his pockets



Trust your mechanic

To plug your holes

Trust him to make more

Somewhere else

Trust your mechanic

He'll always come through

And rip you off