Cut-rate by Prong
You try to take all the challenge
Out of all of our lives
You make it all too predictable
With your white wash lives you see
You got to show me the torment
And all the despair
All those bloodless bullet holes
Are more than we can bear
Clean sweep
Clean sweep
Clean sweep
With the plastic coverings
And the cut-rate display
No renewal of the pleasurable
With no image of decay
You go, you go for the stability
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