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 great that's disguised Pity the poor consumer have we bartered our soul Are we changing our role Freedom, truth and emotion are now up for sale Can you 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 Fight out the demon greed Spare us the need Keep out the demon fear We can be freed