DESCRIPTION:
PinkPunk - Advertising (ft. Bill Hicks)

Advertising

Advertising, no sir, no way, nobody ever falls for the advertising,

like the whole worlds one step perfect up on parrot bubble verse,

life the show you can't rehearse for, closed until further notice, but in the mean time --

advertising, advertising, no sir, no way, good lord, nobody ever falls for the advertising --

Nature despise her face in life's -- mirror mirror on the wall-too fat, too tall, too- how does one say this and keep a straight face? -- Too plain for our table.

Taste the rainbow -- try our bird and our bee -- wear our shirt on your sleeve --

become the man you were designed to be -- transform your life today --

Are you over thirty and still single? -- whose norm were you born to fit anyway?

Advertising, no sir, no Mrs, no maybes, nobody ever falls for the advertising --

Brad Pittizing the man into six pack category hell -- Poisoning the well --

tree's felled for books that read no bigger than the latest thing since sliced bread cliché --

Squeaky clean niche cliques that I can't join --

Squeaky clean niche cliques reaching all the parts that other beers can't reach that I can't join -- not that I'd want to anyway too rich I guess to be just hung there in pocket.

Life style choices I can't afford to buy -- price tags I can't afford to fly --

not for all the candy in the window -- you get the picture -- spin it do not adjust your sets.

Advertising -- splicing the dice to throw hands that add no weight to our lives --

patriotic, patriarchal snot bling -- the shark so slllick these days one can't even see its fin coming -- the virtual kings of channel sap pumping out empty -- try the link effect --

hotwiring the airwaves to tell us that, greed is good -- saturation, masturbation, mutilation mind holocaust -- the sheep running for the pen again cause the sheep are still lost -- blind mice running towards the farmers knife -- the plight of ignorance- super duper, uber alas, jingoistic fetishization packages -- personality to order- fetishization packages -- personality to order -- can-ob-you-fu-not-sca-see-sion-it -- the whole biscuit crumbling into monkey jumble -- right there dead in front of you -- blunder in our poetry -- once you pop you can't stop -- red sock dying the wash -- loading language in a way that leaves one licked -- tossed -- in a bubble -- the trouble here with you lot is that you don't listen- pro's selling their tise-ments to us in bad faith -- enticing the mice with icing but no cake -- twenty three black birds to the pie accurate- and that's right, party pooper, party pooper, come on, party pooper me- how does one strike the so-called pose.