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Lies Inc.


1. SPERMY MAN

2. CORPORATE SLAVE
                The winds will blow
                The profits go down
                I'm out of work
                My daughter will drown


                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

3. SHOP
                We've got to find what we've got to find
                We've got to hide what we've got to hide
                We're going to shop 'till we drop
                We're going to shop 'till we drop


                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

4. BORN TO BE MILD
                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 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

5. BANK
                  Gnashing of teeth
                  Stamping of feet
                  I'm on my way to the bank
                  Crying in sleep
                  And borrowing too deep
                  I'm on my way to the bank


                  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

6. REAL WISE YUPPIE
              I'm a real wise yuppie
              And i sold my soul
              Got a porsche in one hand
              And a pot of gold
              Snort bulk coke
              'Cause my heart's mighty cold
              Look real groovy
              But i'm feeling real old


              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

9. HUNTER
                Satellite towers
                Satanic mills
                Daytime telly
                Endless pills


                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...

10. MAKE MY DAY
                Go ahead creep and make my day
                The forces of might are going to
                Make you pay


                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...

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