From the recording The Late Great Soul Shake
Lyrics
10am on a Sunday morn’
Liz and I are driving up the 5
Smell them California ranches comin up for miles
Amazing that the cattle still alive
Big brown beasts in the mornin’ sun
Looking like a pile in a ditch
Gotta move that product down the factory line
Must be someone somewhere getting rich
no no, truth no more
No way this what I been buyin at the store
no no, truth no more
Keep on drivin by the big green fields
single crop far as i can see
soil’s seemin’ sick but the farm is sellin’ fine
Pesticides are killin all the weeds
Slow run off down a local stream
Townsfolk all are getting ill
Sweet young girl with just a month to live
Somewhere someone’s made a kill
no no, truth no more
No way this what I been buyin’ at the store
no no, truth no more
close my eyes
I don’t want to see
Sell me out
I’m your commodity
Maybe things won’t be so bad
If you lie to me
Grocery store on the L.A. coast
Packages, promotions, all a mask
Nobody has mentioned where the food come from
But ain’t nobody care enough to ask
Hey Mr. President is this your fault?
Lately I been feelin’ like it’s me
If it’s true what they say, that “you are what you eat”
Then I’m a killer and a juicer and a theif!!
no no, truth no more
No way this what I been buyin at the store
no no, truth no more
no no, truth no more
No way this what I been buyin at the store
no no, truth no more
truth no more
truth no more