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 [bad word] 

I put the "con" in "convenience" and I string you along
Don't worry your head 'cause there ain't nothing wrong

I make tiny starving fingers sew your [bad word] shoes
And I make more money than any man could ever use
Been called a cool mother [bad word]  but I'm not that mean
You see I'd gladly leave the dregs of the earth to the meek

Don't worry your head 'cause there ain't nothing wrong
This is the life

This is the life
For me