The Adverts

Yeah this world is full of strangers
Everywhere
We will end up braver
We won’t be scared
I’m not that kind
I am your friend
I am your friend
Pretty soon you’ll be thinking like the Adverts
Spouting out the same words
Living like the Adverts
Things could be worse
And we’re just spectators
To our own desires
And our thoughts just take us
Our hands are tied
I am not that kind
I am your friend
I am your friend
Pretty soon you’ll be thinking like the Adverts
Spouting out the same words
Living like the Adverts
Things could be worse
Would you go around carrying dynamite carelessly
Sailing a ship on the stormy sea
People come up and you say to me
Just sell me something cheap, sell me something good
Sell me something easily understood
I am not that kind
I am your friend
I am your friend
Pretty soon you’ll be thinking like the Adverts
Spouting out the same words
Living like the Adverts
Things could be worse
Pretty soon you’ll be living like the Adverts
In another universe
Living like the Adverts
Things could be worse
Things could be worse
Things could be worse