Victims Family White Bread Blues Supermarket Nightmare 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 ga**ed 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 sh***" And that is it White bread blues White sugar cubes Black tar and nicotine Red meat schemes (* Hugh Romney)