Lyrics

Down on the farm, down on the factory farm
The corporation says there’s no cause for alarm
When they round up the crops
Like they round up the weeds
‘Cause they’re grown from genetically modified seeds.

Down on the farm, they say they say they got what we need
They’re feeding the world with their modified seed
Spray ‘em high
Spray ‘em low
Without plenty of poison these seeds will not grow.

CHORUS:
Pretty peaches, giant peas
Ah, who cares about a few dead bees?
It’s the food of the future
The new global diet
They say it won’t hurt us
But y’know, I don’t buy it.

Down on the farm, oh they keep it so neat
They raise thousands of chickens in a couple square feet.
Feed ‘em GM corn
And things we won’t mention
A pound of antibiotic for an ounce of prevention.

BRIDGE:
And you know, it’s more than rumors
Down in the lab, the rats have tumors
Yet still some will deny it.
Why is the FDA so quiet?

Down on the farm, down in the factory fields
They round up the profits
As they round up the yields
Growing perfect tomatoes with remarkable haste
Too bad those tomatoes don’t have any taste.

Down on the farm, they don’t want you to know
What’s really organic
And what’s GMO
They say it’s too confusing to put on the label
But your children will love it when it’s put on the table.

CHORUS:
Pretty peaches, giant peas
Ah, who cares about a few dead bees?
It’s the food of the future
The new global diet
They say it won’t hurt us
But y’know, I don’t buy it.

I don’t buy it, I don’t buy it
I don’t buy it any more
I don’t buy it, I don’t buy it
I won’t buy it at the store.

I won’t buy it, I won’t buy it
I don’t buy it any more.