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