Trust Your Mechanic - Live at Alabama Halle

TV invents a disease, you think you have
 So you buy our drugs and soon you depend on them
 Pain is in your mind gotcha commin' back for more
 Again and again and again and again
 Gonna rip you off
 Rip you off
 Doctor says you need surgery now
 Feelin' good 'til the side effects fuck up something else
 You're ensnared by the medicine man
 Paying up the ass again and again
 Gonna rip you off
 Trust your mechanic to mend your car
 Bring it in to his garage
 He tightens and loosens a few spare parts
 One thing's fixed, another falls apart
 And the rich eat you
 A magazine says your face don't look quite right
 Unless you wear our brand new wonder creme tonight
 Never look right again unless you grease your skin
 Again and again and again and again
 Gonna rip you off
 Told you're depressed, so of course you see the psychiatrist
 Right when you hit your neuroses' roots, he confuses you
 He fucks your head up worse, gotcha feeling helpless
 You're coming back for more again and again
 Gonna rip you off
 Rip you off
 Trust your mechanic to make you well
 You're seeing an awful lot of him now
 The quicker he makes your life fall apart
 The more money you put in his pockets
 Trust your mechanic to plug your holes
 Trust him to make more somewhere else
 Trust your mechanic, he'll always come through
 And rip you off