Merchandise

	When we have nothing left to give
	There will 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
	Merchandise 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
	You are not what you own