Thumb Cinema

Every commercial makes us die, a little bit
 Every pop star makes us doubt, a little bit
 Every new car makes us choke
 On how little air we get and how we get it
 The celebrity makes us filthy, a little bit
 Every single ad makes us gag, a little bit
 Every photograph makes us age
 Each sound bite deafens, each sales event condemns
 Talk about luck, you tell me, tell me what I got
 You fucking give it to me, I won, I win a lot
 You’re not happy, well, no one gives a shit
 This is a game and you’re a part of it
 Maybe, it's time for you to quit
 Because every new car you buy
 It makes the poor baby Jesus cry
 Well, nothing bought or sold is good for Him
 For you, for me, not good for anybody, alright
 Give me your coins and I’ll spend them away, one by one
 Give me the chips and I’ll play them before the game has begun
 No one is happy and no one gives a damn
 No one can tell me who I am or make me pay them back
 Come on, every new car you buy
 It makes the poor baby Jesus cry
 Nothing bought or sold is good for Him
 For you, for me, not good for anybody, alright
 Because every new car you buy
 It makes the poor baby Jesus cry
 Nothing bought or sold is good for Him
 For you, for me, not good for anybody
 Every new car you buy
 It makes the poor baby Jesus cry
 Nothing bought or sold is good for Him
 For you, for me, not good for anybody
 And every bar you pass
 Filled with musicians who want to kick your ass
 Nothing bought or sold is good for posterity
 And is not played at this party