Prisoners Of War - U.P.C. Lyrics

Everywhere I look I see
A stupid, ugly U.P.C.
Think they might be coming after me

I get in a really good mood
I just wanna buy some food
U.P.C. just makes me rude

Now I'm paranoid of things and I still wonder why
There little eye-popping designs on everything I buy
I think they're taking over cause I don't know where to turn
Every time I see one it just makes my stomach churn

So what do we get now
Universal product code
Not something you like
It's in a class that's all it's own
Close together so they hurt your eyes

I look at a U.P.C.
My eyes are playing tricks on me
I can't buy nothin' for free

Can't stand to go to the store
I don't wanna go no more
Why can't you tell me what they're for

They're on peanut-butter, hot dogs
Underwear, marmalade on rye
Jelly beans and magazines
And everything I buy
I think they're taking over cause I don't know where to turn
Every time I see one it just makes my stomach churn

Hey, can I take your order please

So what do we get now
Universal product code
Not something you like
It's in a class that's all it's own
Close together so they hurt your eyes

So what do we get now
Universal product code
Not something you like
It's in a class that's all it's own
Close together so they hurt your eyes

Now you're falling in a hole of products that aren't real
Don't reach out for my assistance. Tell me how you feel
Prices go up everyday. What else do you know
See computers masturbating. What a f*cking show

So what do we get now
Universal product code
Not something you like
It's in a class that's all it's own
Close together so they hurt your eyes