Kingdom of Loss
Someone sells us toys in a cheap cartoon
Someone sells us cars in the latest Bond that's coming soon
Someone sells us trends through a sitcom star
Someone sells herself in a docu-soap that goes too far
Life on sale
Can someone please just tell me what happened?
I mean, first we paid for fast-food that will make us all fat and tired
So then we pay for elevators
So we won't have to climb the three stairs up to our apartments
Then we buy freaking StairMaster machines
So we can burn away while watching someone make real food on TV
Now if that doesn't make us winners, I don't know what will
I bet we would hang ourselves, if the world would just cut us a slack
And now you think maybe you should see a shrink
Help you feel alive again
Yeah, that's a plan; just tell us who to pay
Someone sells us man in a White House speech
Then woman tightly pressed
Between two bouncing breasts on a Baywatch beach
Someone sells us 'Us' everywhere I turn
Then introducing 'Them'
To earn stock-points on our concern
All for sale
All for sale
It's all for sale
All for sale
Welcome down to planet Earth
Please don't ask us what it's worth
You will notice that the world you found
Is slightly tattered and worn down
Someone sold us every stain
Now if you wish to complain
There's an open spot at 6 pm
It's when Caucasia is listening
If you're tearing down my world
Please just try to do it gently
If you're tearing down my world
Please just try to do it gently
There is love inside
For a dream that has to die
See, it's really all about time and choice:
The fast food saves us enough time to squeeze lunch in exactly when we want it
The elevators save us just a little more
The StairMaster let us choose exactly when to walk the stairs
Time is so important these days
It's becoming a fucking disease
And I guess in a way it is
Since it's bound to kill us all in the end
Now with all the time and money we stashed away on others' expense
I can only assume that the tickets to hell are really expensive
And for some reason
It's important to be first in line
Someone sells us God in 2-for-1 with shame
Someone sells us war
And the marketing looks just the same
Someone sells us fear on TV each day
A shape for every taste
If the flavour's right, we gladly pay
All on sale
All on sale
We're all on sale
All on sale
Welcome to the only Earth
Please enjoy your only birth
You will learn to take more than you give
Buying scars you must live with
Someone sold us every scar
They somehow made us what we are
We all long that spot at 6 pm
But no one is really listening
No, no
Not anymore
We're all too busy buying sex, buying war
Oh
Buying self-confidence, security
Insurance plans
Just buying more and more
As you're tearing down my world
Please just try to do it gently
(There's still love inside)
As you're tearing down my world
Please just try to do it gently
(There's still love inside for the dream that has to die)
As you're tearing down our world
Please just try to do it gently
(There's still love inside)
As you're tearing down our world
Please just try to do it gently
(There's still love inside for the dream that had to die)
Someone sells us cars in the latest Bond that's coming soon
Someone sells us trends through a sitcom star
Someone sells herself in a docu-soap that goes too far
Life on sale
Can someone please just tell me what happened?
I mean, first we paid for fast-food that will make us all fat and tired
So then we pay for elevators
So we won't have to climb the three stairs up to our apartments
Then we buy freaking StairMaster machines
So we can burn away while watching someone make real food on TV
Now if that doesn't make us winners, I don't know what will
I bet we would hang ourselves, if the world would just cut us a slack
And now you think maybe you should see a shrink
Help you feel alive again
Yeah, that's a plan; just tell us who to pay
Someone sells us man in a White House speech
Then woman tightly pressed
Between two bouncing breasts on a Baywatch beach
Someone sells us 'Us' everywhere I turn
Then introducing 'Them'
To earn stock-points on our concern
All for sale
All for sale
It's all for sale
All for sale
Welcome down to planet Earth
Please don't ask us what it's worth
You will notice that the world you found
Is slightly tattered and worn down
Someone sold us every stain
Now if you wish to complain
There's an open spot at 6 pm
It's when Caucasia is listening
If you're tearing down my world
Please just try to do it gently
If you're tearing down my world
Please just try to do it gently
There is love inside
For a dream that has to die
See, it's really all about time and choice:
The fast food saves us enough time to squeeze lunch in exactly when we want it
The elevators save us just a little more
The StairMaster let us choose exactly when to walk the stairs
Time is so important these days
It's becoming a fucking disease
And I guess in a way it is
Since it's bound to kill us all in the end
Now with all the time and money we stashed away on others' expense
I can only assume that the tickets to hell are really expensive
And for some reason
It's important to be first in line
Someone sells us God in 2-for-1 with shame
Someone sells us war
And the marketing looks just the same
Someone sells us fear on TV each day
A shape for every taste
If the flavour's right, we gladly pay
All on sale
All on sale
We're all on sale
All on sale
Welcome to the only Earth
Please enjoy your only birth
You will learn to take more than you give
Buying scars you must live with
Someone sold us every scar
They somehow made us what we are
We all long that spot at 6 pm
But no one is really listening
No, no
Not anymore
We're all too busy buying sex, buying war
Oh
Buying self-confidence, security
Insurance plans
Just buying more and more
As you're tearing down my world
Please just try to do it gently
(There's still love inside)
As you're tearing down my world
Please just try to do it gently
(There's still love inside for the dream that has to die)
As you're tearing down our world
Please just try to do it gently
(There's still love inside)
As you're tearing down our world
Please just try to do it gently
(There's still love inside for the dream that had to die)
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Writer(s): Daniel Gildenloew
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