Consumer Whore

(álbum: Hip To The Javabean - 2004)

What are you waiting for?
Enough of this redundancy
Why don't you go back to my show?
No need to torture me
It's just commercials
Damn commercials on my plasma screen
It's such a pain, so I complain
While drinking my caffeine

My Nike shoes are on my feet
I'm going out to get some McDonald's to eat

Don't know what my brain is for
I used to, but I don't no more
I am a consumer whore
I am a consumer whore

[*gibberish*]

My life's a mess
I'm all alone
But that's okay
'Cause I got my cute little Nokia cell-phone

Don't know what my brain is for
I used to, but I don't no more
I am a consumer whore
I am a consumer whore

What do you want from me?
What do I want from you?
Somebody talk to me
Tell me you feel it too

This unstoppable force that delivers my hand to my wallet
Extracts all my hard earned dinero, and casts it to the smirking rottweilers

What do you want from me?
What do I want from you?
Somebody talk to me
Please tell me you feel it too

It's something that I can't ignore
I used to but I can't no more
I am a consumer whore
I am a consumer whore

(And-)