.I built forty million miles of strip-malls
And I painted the sky with aerosol
Plugged the hole in your pockets with credit cards
And clouded your eyes with sitcoms
I put the "con" in "convenience," and I string you along
Don't worry your head 'cause there ain't nothing wrong.
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