Glyphosate, all my other troubles, they can wait…
I got problems on my dinner plate…
Because I ate some glyphosate…
Suddenly, I’ve been modified genetically…
There’s a cancer hanging over me…
And glyphosate sterility…
Why they had to grow GMO they wouldn’t say…
I ate something wrong, now my song is glyphosate…
Glyphosate… Not the herbicide it claims to be…
Now there’s Round-Up in my family tree…
Cuz’ they believed in glyphosate…
Why they had to grow GMO I couldn’t say…
Don’t eat something wrong, or your song is glyphosate…
Glyphosate… I got problems on my dinner plate…
(And) all my friends will suffer this same fate…
If they believe in glyphosate…
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