When I go to the super store  People look so tired and bored and their backs are sore.  As I walk up and down the aisles  The people they don't smile they look so vile.  They shop around and blanky stare.  They seem so unware. I look inside of their  S-h-o-p-p-i-n-g c-a-r-t, what do you think I see?  White bread blues  White sugar cubes  Black tar and nicotine  Red meat schemes  Dad, he had a heart attack,  Mom's got a bending back and a choking hack.  Little sister's got a lumpy chest  Cancer of the breast, all the rest.  And Bobby Joe just can't sit still  He's got to take a pill or else he gets ill.  And oh we're such a healthy family,  We take our vitamin C, wash it down with Pepsi.  White bread blues  White sugar cubes  Black tar and nicotine  Red meat schemes  Fruits are gassed and waxed and nuked,  Till it is not a fruit, it makes me wanna puke.  Bred for looks and not for taste,  For dollars and for haste, it's such a waste.  And I feel sorry for the lambs,  The turkeys and the hams caught in the scam.  I know "we are not what we eat, we are what we don't shit*"  And that is it.  White bread blues  White sugar cubes  Black tar and nicotine  Red meat schemes  (* Hugh Romney)