Merchandise
When we have nothing left to give
There'll be no reason for us to live
But when we have nothing left to lose
You will have nothing left to use
We owe you nothing
You have no control
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Merchandise, it keeps us in line
Common sense says it's by design
What could a businessman ever want more
Than to have us sucking in his store?
We owe you nothing
You have no control
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We are not what you own
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