Loss Leaders
So here's a sale to sooth recession
And an ad campaign to calm the credit crisis
At five A.M. the doors broke open
And then a man lay dying on the sales floor
The store was back open by mid-afternoon
We're eating the shit we've been talking
As we search for absolution in these diatribes
We'll find, that there's no absolution for the feet or the tile floor
It seems we'll trade death for discount
As we watch ourselves turn to shit, on an L.C.D. screen
We've become the f*cking herd and we've become the stampede
I can't seem to plot this point on the map of where we were born and raised
Somewhere in the newspapers my parents read, there is a help wanted ad
To replace the frontlines of the free market
I can't seem to plot this point on the charts and graphs
That describe how we languish in our economic decline
It seems we'll trade death for discount
We're capable of every f*cked up thing that they invite us to be
As we're penned in the gates of the profit margin