You came to me in the mail, in a box
You said let's say which way your mouth talks
You were my plastic friend
You were my women men
You stuck to me til the end and i stuck too

O, packaging!
You are the bain of me
Somehow you made me
O, packaging!

You tried to break building blocks
You put up the doors you hung on the locks
You hung your sign open,
As soon as I knocked
You shut on me too and I shut you

I, dentity! You are the bain of me
Yet somehow you named me
Identity!

The gold goes up, the silver goes down
There's no way to make your paper weigh pounds
It's all based on nothing but human belief
And loose ground, what a relief!

O money!
You are the bain of me
Yet somehow you paid me
Oh money!

La da da la la da da la la da da la la

The prisons were filled with kids
The subways all smelled like piss
There was nowhere to pee
It's not you and me but it's
me and you

O, city!
You are the bain of me
Yet somehow you claimed me
O, city!

O, packaging!
You are the bain of me
But somehow you made me
O, packaging!

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