Industrialization has crippled the globe 
(Enjoy GeneCo's day and nighttime formula of Zydrate)
Nature failed as technology spread 
(Ask a gentern if Zydrate is right for you)
And in this wake, a market erected
(Buying Zydrate from an unlicensed source is illegal)
An entire city built on top of the dead
And you can finance your bones and your kidneys
For every market, a sub-market grows.
But best you be punctual with making your payments
Lest it be you on the concrete below.

It's quick. It's clean. It's pure.
It could change your life, rest assured.
It's the 21st century cure,
And it's my job to steal and rob GRAVES!

So why care for these petty obsessions?
Your designer heart still beats [bad word] blood
And what if you could have genetic perfection?
Would you change who you are if you could?

'Cos it's quick, it's clean, and it's pure (all you really need is)
It could change your life, rest assured (all you've got to have is)
It's the 21st century cure (all you need is surgery!)
And it's my job to steal and rob GRAVES!
GRAVES!

[Thanks to Natalie for lyrics]