Another trend is set And again it's not what we're about We're not your product Accept that we can't be bought You pump your money into artificial puppets Who bleek their teeth on our TV screens We sing our heart out, we get our fuel by those who dance Too many one hit wonders while we try to build and care We don't need your structures We built and save on our own We won't be artificial I say we can't be wrong You pump your money... "Hey Mr. Superstar, Do you really think we care? You think you're saying something We think you're f**ing nothing Your message is k**ed by the pay-cheque in your hand It's already hard at work as your machine destroys..." You pump your money...