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Every commercial makes us die, a little bit Every pop star makes us doubt, a little bit Every new car makes us choke On how little air we get and how we get it The celebrity makes us filthy, a little bit Every single ad makes us gag, a little bit Every photograph makes us age Each sound bite deafens, each sales event condemns Talk about luck, you tell me, tell me what I got You fucking give it to me, I won, I win a lot You're not happy, well, no one gives a shit This is a game and you're a part of it Maybe it's time for you to quit Because every new car you buy It makes the poor baby Jesus cry Nothing bought or sold is good for him For you, for me, not good for anybody, alright Give me your coins and I'll spend them away, one by one Give me the chips and I'll play them, before the game has begun No one is happy and no one gives a damn No one can tell me who I am or make me pay them back SongtexteCome on, every new car you buy It makes the poor baby Jesus cry Nothing bought or sold is good for him For you, for me, not good for anybody, alright Guitar Because every new car you buy It makes the poor baby Jesus cry Nothing bought or sold is good for him For you, for me, not good for anybody Every new car you buy It makes the poor baby Jesus cry Nothing bought or sold is good for him For you, for me, not good for anybody And every bar you pass Filled with musicians who want to kick your ass Nothing bought or sold is good for posterity And is not played at this party Aus Songtexte Mania