Merchandise

When we have nothing left to give

There will be no reason for us to live

But when we have nothing left to lose

You will have nothing left to use



We owe you nothing

You have no control



Merchandise keeps us in line

Common sense says it's by design

What could a businessman ever want more

Than to have us sucking in his store



We owe you nothing

You have no control



You are not what you own