The lead there applied is frightful,
They conspire to be incite-ful;
We find more than trace exposed,
Let's suppose, lead's composed, in who knows?

The season's designed for shoppin',
Pause for thought, they warn lead's soppin';
The lead you breathe up your nose,
They disclose, to expose, brain it blows.

We should formally dis-invite,
The Chinese trading goods as the norm.
They're so bold and so impolite,
Substitute chrome and reform.

Our wires are slowly fryin',
Won't switch gears; They keep applyin'.
But as long as the bucks mate does,
I suppose, they'll expose, with lead blows.

---- Instrumental Interlude----

When we spinally miss the light,
It's too late as they flout non conformed.
It's the greed they don't care not slight,
Quarterly profits perform.

Our wires are slowly fryin',
From lead they keep applyin'.
As long as there's status quo,
Lead'll show, lead'll show, lead'll show...