Consumer Pride

I wanna be your delicate consumer; I wanna cure the doctor,
I wanna grow the planet with your tokens of grace, I dreamed she stood at her cash register; a poet on the keys,
The laughing behind my back marked down to a smile to my face,
I need your thirty day miracle and your ten cent never,
I hear your voice everywhere the radio,
t.v. and I know what's real,
But I try to fathom you and you just say I am that I am,
You must know what I think because you tell me what to feel.

I wanna be your customer but I'm scared you'll make me pay,
If I buy it all will you promise not to take it all away.

I've got a picture of you stuck in the corner of my mirror,
But I don't like it there because when I look at it I can't help but see me,
But I only hate myself as much as your love will allow,
And without your love to define my hate; what would I be,
If you can't give it away you'll have to sell it,
And if I can't afford it than I'll have to buy two,
You see I'd do anything to make me yours,
I believe your lies because; I'd rather be real than true.

I wanna be your customer but it's such a high price, If you're the religion; am I the sacrifice.

Every time I see your face light up a billboard I get the gold rush blues,
But I know you want me I know you need me,
You took my reason to believe but gave me a reason to be,
But it just makes me hungry the way that you feed me,
I really want to put my faith in you but it seems to easy,
And the best cheaters in the world are the ones who put you totally at ease,
And there may be a wolf under that designer wool, The perfect disguise of aiming to please.

I wanna be your customer but I've got my pride, and I've seen the light that you have lied.