[Intro]
It's a song about, uh
One of my favorite suburbs, actually, uh
It’s about merchandise and so forth
And how it all dissolves so desperately in mind
The only way we can really, uh, vote
Is to uh, not spend our money on stupid shit

[Verse 1]
When we have nothing left to give
There will be no reason for us to live
But when we have nothing left to lose
You will have nothing left to use

[Chorus]
We owe you nothing
You have no control
We owe you nothing
You have no control

[Verse 2]
Merchandise, it keeps us in line
Common sensе says it's by design
What could a businessman evеr want more
Than to have us sucking in his store?
[Chorus]
We owe you nothing
You have no control
We owe you nothing
You have no control

[Interlude]
This is the part where we have like
A bunch of cash registers ringing and stuff

[Bridge]
You are not what you own
You are not what you own
You are not what you own
You are not what you own

[Chorus]
We owe you nothing
You have no control
We owe you nothing
You have no control
We owe you nothing
You have no control
We owe you nothing
You have no control