He's not susceptible to advertising
He broadcasts his message from the top of his Facebook wall He wants you to know that he's never been sadder
But he's not susceptible to advertising
What a strange coincidence
Can't think straight. Can't make sense.
I tell you I'm not susceptible to advertising
My head is a turnstile struggling to take in it all I want you to know that I've never seen Saturn
But I'm not susceptible to advertising
What a strange coincidence
(That's the way they get you to pay)
Can't think straight. Can't make sense.
(I obey what you display)
What I first want is just what I get
(That's the way they get you to pay)
What I first wanted was programmed by this apparatus
Said ‘if you think this don't apply to you
And you'd never set a foot in the swamp
The life that you live that's just advertising for the shop The art you're making that's just advertising for the shop'
For the shop.
What a strange coincidence. (That's the way they get you to pay) All relations are reduced to this.
(I obey what you display)
What I first wanted now I forget (That's the way they get you to pay)
What a strange coincidence
When can you be free?
When can you be all you'd be?
When I need a break from the TV in my pocket Pops up self help on the screen
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