The Use of Things

I bet you ain't got nothing for the use of it
I bet you just purchased it to show that you purchased it
Like...
I bet you ain't got nothing for the use of it
I bet you just purchased it to
Show that you purchased it
Like, we'd get anything not to do anything at all
Aw babe it feels so small when you really break it down

I bet you'd laugh loud
If I took you on a weekend away
Cos' I bet they
Had struck all of your vacation days
Which wouldn't really strike me
It took some time for me to see
I'm anything but
No fucking corporate NARC
And these are nothing words,
And i don't care
I'm Patti Smith
I do art

And they all program you to love you, and things
I know there's objects that you've just got to buy
That you just have to have,
Don't believe 'em they're all Chalabis!

And i don't really care,
No i don't really give a shit (I'm Rich HA!)
And I worked so hard, and i earned it all
You can fucking cry it off (Cos' you're Poor!)
You're poor!



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Writer(s): Prophet Thadeus
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