Pity The Poor Consumer (Live)

Pity the poor consumer, we can always be bought,
for less than we thought.
Stolen, our fantasies, while ad-men forced to dictate,
are replacing our fate.
Telling us what to buy, pushing the markets high,
selling must not be despised.
Give us a tinsel lure, packaging must procure,
victims of a greed that’s disguised.
Pity the poor consumer, have we bartered our souls,
are we changing our roles?
Freedom, truth and emotion are now up for sale.
Can we afford them, or even fail?
Money, madness, is that all that’s left?
There must be more to life.
Profit, motive, the key to success,
but it leads to such grief and strife.
Money, madness, is that all that’s left?
There must be more to life.
Profit, motive, the key to success,
but it leads to such grief and strife.
Fight out the demon greed,
spare us the need.
Keep out the demon fear,
we can be freed.
Fight out the demon greed,
spare us the need.
Keep out the demon fear,
we can be freed.