The Adverts Songtext
von The Adverts

This world is full of strangers everywhere
We will end up braver, we won′t be scared
Oh, I'm not that kind
I am your friend
I am your friend

Pretty soon you′ll be thinking like the adverts
Spouting out the same words
Living like the adverts
Things could be worse

And we're just spectators
To our own desires
And our thoughts just take us
And our hands are tied

I am not that kind
I am your friend
I am your friend


Pretty soon you'll be thinking like the adverts
Spouting out the same words
Living like the adverts
Things could be worse

Would you go around carrying dynamite carelessly
Sailing your ship on a stormy sea
People come up and they say to me
Just sell me something cheap and sell me something good
Sell me something easily understood

I am not that kind
I am your friend
I am your friend

Pretty soon you′ll be thinking like the adverts
Spouting out the same words
Living like the adverts
Things could be worse

Pretty soon you′ll be living like the adverts
In another universe
Living like the adverts
Things could be worse
Things could be worse
Things could be worse