Your life is shit, you’re all fucking depressed Take a look at yourself, it might be how you’re dressed You’ve become a walking commercial from foot to fucking head In some stupid (overpriced) attempt to self-express
Look (look) look at your self Are you happy? Are you free? Look (look) look at yourself Living a lie through the shit that you buy
A jingle stuck inside your head Impulse reaction now all your money is spent You can buy their shit but you’re never content A compulsive nature that makes your life a fucking mess
Make the purchase play the part When you were never happy from the start You’re conditioned to buy, you’re conditioned to want You’re conditioned to believe that you’re not good enough
We’re fucked!
Power put in products creates a structured way of life That feeds us plastic fucking values by the means it’s advertised In this fast-food TV nation we can never get enough We’re sinking lower to the ground but the walls keep going up
Look at yourself Are you happy? Are you free? Living a lie through the shit that you buy