a lesson taught at a tender age, 
a "good deal" was cause to celebrate, 
and a good deal don't mean it's a fair trade, 
it meant you got more than you gave.
it's understood it's a pretty good day, 
when you swindled some one and got away
the salesman comes, he shouts, he waves, 
"a moment of your time if I may"

for you a gift, first one is for free!
so many trinkets and shiny things
all that you could ever want or need
'til all that's left you could need is me

a song I sang when I was a teen, 
meant more to me than anything
human connection to humanity, 
don't mean that much comparatively - to
the cleaning power of "supra-clean" 
played to connect dish soap with me
the soundtrack to some advertising 
and that's the value of your heart on your sleeve

we've got the latest technologies
we've got the prettiest packaging
it's cheap because you are cheap, you see
the more you buy the bigger we'll be

we've got the patents on everything
from your likeness to the air you breathe
you could object but it's not likely
why would you when it's just so easy
and when you're bored with the novelty
well, that's on you, but let us see..
we sell depression, we sell disease
ah!, I know - we'll sell you you, 
and you call us "me"