T.V. invents a diasese 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      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