The Chronicles Of A Bohemian Teenager Lyrics

You say it's fair, a labour source for the masses,

pproviding cheap garments we can sell and brand,

as a new and hopeful answer to an existence so bland.

Open your eyes, as you don't need to buy.

You do not have to be a coat hanger for a corporation in a market that's lost the plot.

You decide if it's worth having their blood on your hands just to weat the latest Nikes.

Open your eyes, as you don't need to buy.

If I had a cape, that made me dissapear,

I'd fly around the world foro days just so I could hear,

the rich count their dimes whilst the Africans cry,

andn record it on a tape and stream it high across the sky.

Open your eyes, as you don't need to buy it