Consumerist's Trough

What would you think if the world just stopped?
No more raining, for no more crops
Half the earth is a desert sand
Effectively caused by supply and demand

But not the market, in itself
Just greed that rose, from society's wealth
And strangled us, with magnets and lead
And pharmaceutical petroleum bread

Love the products, we consume
Empty lives, will not ensue
We'll finally be, just satisfied
Once we buy some cars for pride

When the sandman died, Ambien thrived
Powers us for our daily lives
To go out and consume some more
Pardon cliches, but "Corporate Whore"