Lies Inc.
1. SPERMY MAN
This house stinks
It really stinks..
Craters are forming at the bottom of the stair
Shadows lurk when there's nobody there
What you doing sleazing again
What the hell you doing hanging' round
This house stinks
It really stinks
There's stress in my heart
Blood on your hands
Pushing up hill
Against the company man
Well i'm just a hard working corporate slave
My mind should hate what my body does crave
Well i'm just a humble corporate slave
Driving myself into a corporate grave
It's raining
In corporate heaven
All the coffers
Are a singing
It's raining
In corporate heaven
All the coffers
Are a singing
We're the bargain bins full of useless things
Turn and bring our world down
We're going to shop 'till we drop
We're going to shop 'till we drop
We've got to earn what we've got to burn earn
We've got to hurt what we've got to hurt
We're going to shop 'till we drop
We're going to shop 'till we drop
When the priests and the kings and the business men
All stop holding hands
We're going to shop 'till we drop
We're going to shop 'till we drop
When father christmas and the kray twins
Burn all the weddings rings
We're going to shop 'till we drop
We're going to shop 'till we drop
Born to be mild
Like the first suburban child
Born to be king
Of the really boring things
My heart controlled by the share outlook
My veins a pumping with the cash i took
Can't afford the credit i book
Out upon the damage i look
Born to be mild
Like the first McDonalds child
Born to be king
Of the really empty things
My life consecrated by the Vogue Year book
My style dictated by the Rick Astley look
I drive a car but i can't read a book
I don't eat meat except for a little bit of chook
Born to be mild
Like the first McReagan child
Born to be king
Of that overfed empty grin
My heart controlled by the share outlook
My veins a pumping with the cash i took
Can't afford the credit i book
Out upon the damage i look
Born to be mild
Like the first freemarket child
Born to be king
Of the endless buying binge
My times reflected by the pills i took
My comfort created by the conscience i shook
I can't believe the safety in my tiny little nook
I won't leave it ever not even for a look
I'm on my way to the bank
Can't you hear me
I'm on my way to the bank
Don't come near me
I've got to take a look at
All of my money
I'm on my way to the bank
Practising deceit
Suspending belief
I'm on my way to the bank
Blinded by greed
We're lying you see
I'm on my way to the bank
My times reflected by the pills i took
My comfort created by the conscience i shook
I can't believe the safety in my tiny little nook
I won't leave it ever not even for a look
There's gold in your eyes dear Lord
You can't see out for the dollar signs
Our God he is a dollar bill
A mound of them buggers is even holier still
I'm real wise yuppie
And there ain't nothing left
Wall street's crashed
It's bottom of the deck
Times are dark
They're going to get darker yet
Decline and fall of the television set
There's gold in your eyes dear Lord
You can't see out for the dollar signs
Our God he is a dollar bill
A mound of them buggers is even holier still
Nobody cares about you and me
It's a corporate rip off monopoly
The right to judge
Has been jettisoned
And now
The damage is done
Are you the hunter
Or are you the hunted
Are you the hunter
Or are you the hunted...
Fender to fender with a
Gender Bender
Amidst the droves of dregs
The price of freedom is looking
Mighty uneasy
When you're kicking heads
I'm your heavenly host
With the most
A high class whore
That works for the law
Go ahead creep, make my day
Go ahead creep...