Capitalism Is Cannibalism

What a fucking set up, what a real mess
I can't make sense of it, it doesn't make sense
Raised from your cradle and teethed on possession
Then they reared you up on TV capitalism
Spit you out of school, get a nice job
You get turned on when you're on top
What a fucking set up, what a real mess
I can't make sense of it, it doesn't make sense
Worry about the profit margins, don't give a fuck about human beings
Filed away in your cabinets are equal people
Until you forget it, they make it
So you have to survive by producing crap
Can you call that life?
When the very same crap you have to buy back
Displayed it on the supermarket shelves
There's over a thousand varieties to damage your health
What a fucking set up, what a real mess
I can't make sense of it, it doesn't make sense
Inside the factory are wages for slavery
And every product at the end of the line
?
And every shit you flush away in your private bog
Is a product of another person's slog
There might be a title in front of your name
But everybody's shit still smells the same
What a fucking set up, what a real mess
I can't make sense of it, it doesn't make sense
Capitalism is cannibalism is
Capitalism is cannibalism is
Capitalism is cannibalism is
Capitalism is cannibalism
What a fucking set up, what a real mess
I can't make sense of it, it doesn't make sense