We draw your eyes to our images: carrot and stick We've got a sense for what makes you tick The more out of reach, the more desperate you'll be trying to get We're the sweet distraction sure to provoke a reaction We'll show you what you need: You can be sure this world is yours if you're paying for it
Once we've got your attention we might sell you something you don't have the cash to pay Put it on credit, pay by instalment, sit back and chill and wait for your consignment We make you pay to eat, we make you pay to sleep We make you pay to breathe, we make you pay for any pleasure you could come up with
Now we've reached our goal: We keep you stuck in a job that you loathe Now you're dead on the whole Because you're bound to pay us off
At the end of a tiresome day of repetitive work without having a say You crave for nothing more than mere dispersal: Turn on the TV and switch off reality And here we are, back again with our screens of perfection: the perfect distraction Fancy cars, furbished shopping marts: All that it takes to make you fall for our candy-bars
What a fertile symbiosis: You help us pay our bills And in turn we assist you Keep turning the mill
We set the standards We embody all you ever wanna be We set the standards We play with your insecurities We set the standards We make you feel miserableTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
