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