"The Art Of Advertising" lyrics

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
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
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