The Wil Seabrook Band - It's Your Life

Money makers, movers, shakers Undertakers, ballbreakers, they speak to you With parents quiet and TV riot you choose to buy it You let their prefab message through With slicked back hair and charm to spare you'd almost swear Those cue cards had disappeared But then you catch one off his guard, you push too hard And see just what the suits had feared It's your life and they're living it for you Fat cats in dark suits you know they adore you If true love is dead then it's gone to their head "Just take all their money" is all the man said It's your... life It's your life The melody is market tested, All their research they've invested to Read your mind The road to hell is paved as well with teenage midriffs bare to sell To leave you blind To other shapes and different sizes Crooked teeth and weird surprises Such a shame That locust swarms of makeup artists, plastic surgeons, Pop star martyrs are all to blame What's left to say Their smile is prettier anyway I just thought I'd try I, for one, am tired of Living this lie Like cheap perfume, a plastic bloom, the aftertaste we must assume is Less than good The t-shirt rips, the CD skips, the next big thing tends to eclipse That's understood Ye-yeah, Ye-yeah It's Your Life ...