Cut-Rate

You try to take all the challenge

Out of all of our lives

You make it all too predictable

With your white wash lives you see

You got to show me the torment

And all the despair

All those bloodless bullet holes

Are more than we can bear

Clean sweep

Clean sweep

Clean sweep

Clean sweep

With the plastic coverings

And the cut-rate display

No renewal of the pleasurable

With no image of decay

You go, you go for the stability

And what do you get

Some real vivid misfortune

A cause now an effect

Clean sweep

Clean sweep

Clean sweep

You try to take all the challenge

Out of all of our lives

You make it all too predictable

With your white wash lives, you see