Crédits
INTERPRÉTATION
The Ex
Interprète
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
The Ex
Paroles/Composition
Paroles
Bemused amusement, the viewers' must
Famine and famishement, objects of lust
A scent of shame meets merchandise
Well alright, charity! But at what price?
Handful of rice for a handful of dough
The dustman's cancelled for days or so
And the reaper reprieves he knows nothing is new
Just a fistful of feed and it's violence, too
Reaper reprieves, nothing is new
Fistful of feed and it's violence, too
How close to the camera the bellies seem
How empty the stars on a telly screen
Worse than the starved, like a ship of fools
Salesmanship somehow harbors different rules
Where to, what for? Hey that's a laugh
Artists for Artists, choke, choke! Bugger off!
Didn't I pay enough, enough attention!
I want more channels to sink their pretension
Didn't I pay enough, enough attention!
I want more channels to sink their pretension
Didn't I pay enough, enough attention!
I want more channels to sink their pretension
How close to the camera the bellies seem, how empty the stars on a telly screen
They're worse than the starved, like a ship of fools, salesmanship somehow harbors different rules
How close to the camera the bellies seem, how empty the stars on a telly screen
They're worse than the starved, like a ship of fools, salesmanship somehow harbors different rules
How close to the camera the bellies seem, how empty the stars on a telly screen
They're worse than the starved, like a ship of fools, salesmanship somehow harbors different rules
How close to the camera the bellies seem, how empty the stars on a telly screen
They're worse than the starved, like a ship of fools, salesmanship somehow harbors different rules
How close to the camera the bellies seem, how empty the stars on a telly screen
They're worse than the starved, like a ship of fools, salesmanship somehow harbors different rules
How close to the camera the bellies seem, how empty the stars on a telly screen
They're worse than the starved, like a ship of fools, salesmanship somehow harbors different rules
How close to the camera the bellies seem, how empty the stars on a telly screen
They're worse than the starved, like a ship of fools, salesmanship somehow
Written by: The Ex
