Spent Lives
There's something wrong with the music business,
Too much business.
A fine line between fact and fiction,
too much television.
you sell your soul to the labour market,
Wear a lover,like you'd wear a jacket.
You bring me down
bring me down.
Something wrong with the way we're living,
Not enough giving.
A fine line between fact and ignorance,
not enough awareness.
you sell your fredeom to the highest bidder,
Spent lives like spent dollars.
You bring me down
bring me down...