Trapped

I don't want to be a Consumer
I don't want to be named for my greed
But I've listened to marketing liars
and now fashion's the one thing I need

But I don't really care what I'm wearing
just as long as the labels are right
cos i've got to conform
with my uniform
if I'm going to go out tonight

And my telly's got seventy channels
though there's sixty five I never use
and the dolby surround sound's just vital
for watching the six O'clock news

I've a car with built in obsolescence
and the value it loses each year
is as much as I pay for the mortgage
it could feed fifty kids in Zaire

And I know I should be on the footpath
but I'm stuck on this motorway
and to change seems to be such a hard thing
cos the gap's getting wider each day

No, I don't want to be a consumer
but I'm trapped in this quest for more
So I'll stay in this hellish fast lane
with my foot pressed hard to the floor