still... the name of the game is
"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
we owe you nothing
you have no control
merchandise it keeps in line
he comes in, sits and bides his time
what could a businessman ever want more
than to have us sucking in his sore
you are not what you own