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Well we're heading for a past that you leave not defend |
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Where the downtowns hold the sadness of you can't go back again |
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It's there you'll find the rust and debtors |
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Motel signs with missing letters |
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Cause there's a monster on the outskirts |
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Says it knows what your town needs |
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Then it eats it up like nothing and it won't spit out the seeds |
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And we can be the super shoppers |
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We can say we're really smart |
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We can say our town is doing fine without a beating heart |
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We can even say the money saved is all our own |
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It's bought and sold, it's bought and sold |
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And we're heading for a nasty business, keeps our country growing |
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Where the weapons that we're selling are the only seeds we're sowing |
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You get to blow the fruits of all your labors |
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Sell F-16's to all the neighbors |
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And we know that it's for money |
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And that's how the west gets bargained |
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You the know the last time this happened |
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Even Vietnam got jargoned |
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And you can say they're out to hunt you |
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You can say they're out to fish you |
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You can join a gang of restless boys |
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Or start your own militia |
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You can even say your violence is all your own |
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It's bought and sold, it's bought and sold |
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Well I look up to the people who are less bought than I |
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You can show them what you're selling |
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And they'll only ask you why |
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And their paychecks don't have lots of zeros |
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They're my friends and they're my heroes |
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And the TV sets are angry 'cause they just can't make 'em pay |
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But I like the way these people read the signs and walk away |
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And we can call ourselves the makers |
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And the keepers of the times |
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We can spend our sand dollars |
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And sand nickels and sand dimes |
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We can even say prosperity is all our own |
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It's bought and sold, it's bought and sold |
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We can even say our loneliness is all our own |
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It's bought and sold, it's bought and sold |
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It's bought and sold, it's bought and sol |
