In the shops and supermarket chains
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The checkouts play that song again
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The notes ring in, ring out the change
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Laughing all the way to the stock exchange
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The music keeps us happy as we choose
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The products that we can't afford to use
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The tokens on the packets, the percentages that drop
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The ringing and the singing from the ceiling never stops
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Buy the product and be free!
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Live a life of luxury!
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And it says so on T.V.
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Every quarter of an hour
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Consuming all the facts
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Makes you feel you can relax
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Comes neatly wrapped in packs
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With ingredients on the back
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So when you're sick from plastic snacks
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You'll know precisely why
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While you uphold the megastores
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By paying what you can't afford
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The man who runs the shop next door
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Remembers how it was before
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When personality meant something
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And costumers would laugh with him
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They'd smile or nod as they came in
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And adverts didn't mean a thing
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But now the supermarket chains
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Are around your neck and purse
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They sell the products to the strain
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Of some long-forgotten dirge
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Just loud enough to wash away
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The headaches of outside
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Another shopping paradise
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Where god is on your side
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They channel mediocrity
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As life's essential quality
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You're buying two to get one free
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It's some thing that you'll never need
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But greed and curiosity
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Make you consume and let them feed
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Supermarket Song
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| Citizen Fish |
