Even when I cover my ears, I can still see the faces
And even when I shut my eyes, I can still hear the voices
'Cause the walls are speaking to me
'Cause the streets are screaming at me
Don't you know there's a target hanging over my head?
And can't you see, my surroundings have been turned against me
How can we be just products of our environment?
How can we be
When the products are all we see?
Sweet commerce is in the air tonigh
And the streets read like a fucking magazine
Turning tricks for the corporate pimps
Turning tricks for the corporate pimps, yeah
Turning tricks for the corporate pimps
Can't stand still on the battlefields
Everyday, those voices speak to you
You swear that you're not listening
But you're doing exactly what they tell you to
An image with a phrase designed to manipulate
Work like slaves just to grease the wheels with a few dollar bills
Turning tricks for the corporate pimps
Turning tricks for the corporate pimps, yeah
Turning tricks for the corporate pimps
Can't stand still on the battlefields
Can't stand still on the battlefields
You know they can't market a moving target
Can't stand still on the battlefields
And you know they can't fuck with this
Can't stand still on the battlefields
Can't stand still on the battlefields

Writer : LIPPENCOTT, JEFFREY / WILLIAMS, MARK THOMAS
Copyright : Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing