Even when I cover my ears, I can still see the faces
And even when I shut my eyes, I can still hear the voices
Cuz the walls are speaking to me...
cuz the streets are screaming at me
Dont you know... theres a target hanging over my head?
And cant you see, my surroundings have been turned against me
How can we be just products of our environment?
How can we be...
when the products are all we see?
Sweet commerce is in the air tonight...
and the streets read like a fucking magazine
Turning tricks for the corporate pimps
Turning tricks for the corporate pimps, yeah...
Turning tricks for the corporate pimps
Cant stand still on the battlefields
Everyday, those voices speak to you
You swear that youre not listening
but youre doing exactly what they tell you to
An image with a phrase designed to manipulate
Work like slaves just to grease the wheels with a few dollar bills...
Turning tricks for the corporate pimps
Turning tricks for the corporate pimps, yeah...
Turning tricks for the corporate pimps
Cant stand still on the battlefields...
Cant stand still on the battlefields...
you know they cant market a moving target
Cant stand still on the battlefields...
and you know they cant fuck with this
Cant stand still on the battlefields...
Cant stand still on the battlefields...