The pink they offer us
To have loads of stuff
That makes us want something else
Drawn to the stars, the sails
Just things not commercial
Did they make us believe?
That happiness is having
Having our closets full of it
Mocking our trivial selves
Drawn to the stars, the sails
Just things not commercial
Desires that afflict us
They grab us, let's not kid around, as soon as we're born
For fools even though we're
Drawn to the stars, the sails
Just things not commercial
You should hear how they talk to us