He's got a song about some love that's gone away
Sometimes his eyes shed tiny teardrops when he plays
His touching ballads are just sitting there to buy
They call it music, but it seems more like a lie
Artificial life in the market place
Epic ballads by the musical whores
Life is boring so project theirs on to yours
Hear the anthems of the Pepsi Generation
See the martyrs of our spiritual degradation
Artificial life in the market place
American culture disneyland freakshow,
Screen in your living room,
A window for your tom
If you can't compare the world sitting there
Repress your insecurities, watch and escape
Give me artificial, give me superficial,
Give me a commercial life that can't be bought
This I say to you, what I say is true:
Emotions aren't a product to sell and cannot be consumed
Coming attraction, it's coming real soon,
Prince is having brunch with Pat Boone
Want to know where all the bullshit goes,
it goes down the sewer to be disposed