Lyrics

There are no mirrors in supermarkets No not even in the toilets The eyes that fix on future eating Packages avoid the greeting Shift and stare in strangled fleeting Glimpses of a life retreating Onto shelves to be a part of Human process... Now I'm just a product on a shelf Saves me having to try to be myself Here's the art of mass consumption Eat the heart of self-respect Put your feet up on assumption And watch the adverts do the rest Now goods are anything that's sold And sold dictates a sense of loss Bottled up we sit reflecting Life's expensive... Now I'm just a product on a shelf Saves me having to try to be myself Now I'm just a product on a shelf Saves me having to try to be myself No price is right for what was free But now comes blaringly 'brand new' This bottled water taps the need To wash the processed poison through To what degree does quality Now sink to pass its brief exam? Whose sights were set to make us feel So happy for so short a span? The slaves who push the buttons Greet the slaves who buy the stuff We're on the path to madness And can't get there fast enough Now I'm just a product on a shelf Saves me having to try to be myself Now I'm just a product on a shelf Saves me having to try to be myself