He´s not susceptible to advertising He broadcasts his message from the top of his Facebook wall He wants you to know that he´s never been sadder But he´s not susceptible to advertising
What a strange coincidence Can´t think straight. Can´t make sense.
I tell you I´m not susceptible to advertising My head is a turnstile struggling to take in it all I want you to know that I´ve never seen Saturn But I´m not susceptible to advertising
What a strange coincidence (That´s the way they get you to pay) Can´t think straight. Can´t make sense. (I obey what you display) What I first want is just what I get (That´s the way they get you to pay) What I first wanted was programmed by this apparatus
Said ‘if you think this don´t apply to you And you´d never set a foot in the swamp The life that you live that´s just advertising for the shop The art you´re making that´s just advertising for the shop´ For the shop.
What a strange coincidence. (That´s the way they get you to pay) All relations are reduced to this. (I obey what you display) What I first wanted now I forget (That´s the way they get you to pay) What a strange coincidence
When can you be free? When can you be all you´d be? When I need a break from the TV in my pocket Pops up self help on the screen