I'm obnoxiously sly
I creep around at night
Shades always hide my eyes
I wanna die on my motorbike ‐ tonight
I don't wanna think my waist is out of control
I don't wanna think I may be going bald
Got no empathy, I'm a psychological mess
Got no boundaries, I take things to excess
Product placement, youth rebellion
(we saw it on TV)
Infotainment, mass production
(it must be real)
Got no pension, I don't wanna save
In my youthtime, wanna go to an early grave
Got no willpower, I'm advertising's slave
Into consumption, spending's all I crave
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