See that imbecile smile
He looks happier now
But memories fade
And facts remain
He needs a shiny new toy
To fill a void
Of an empty existence
When I die I won't miss this
I don't want you're selling
I don't want you're selling
It's my dignity you're degrading
I don't want it I don't want it
Shopping malls, plastic bags
Credit cards keeping track
Of your identity
Be yourself but nothing's free
Payment's due their time to collect
Your sense of self has been repossessed
Where will you turn to next
It doesn't matter the game is fixed
I don't want what you're selling
I don't want what you're selling
And I can smell what you're selling
I don't want it I don't want it
