I love my Corporate Death Juice
I drink it every day
It tastes as sweet as honey
My teeth are in decay
Aspartame for breakfast
I'm on a diet don't you know
See how good I'm feeling
Now the rivers cease to flow
I slip another penny
Into vending their machines
I've got sugar in my soul
Corporate death juice on my jeans.
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