And now you see me striking up deals
With a man and a dozen other high street brands
I wear an ethically farmed clothing
Made by slaves that are paid 40p an hour
Minimum wage
Everything I hate and I stand against
Just a little puppet in a masquerade
But I'm an artist
And that's how we survive these days
I sold my soul to the devil
Because money don't grow on trees
The Lord won't by my record
And his people get them free
You can hear my music in a shitty movie
Directed by someone you've never heard of
Sexist, violent, cruel, bigoted
Racist and homophobic
It's just not in my principles
It's just not in my corporate beliefs
But I'm an artist
And that's how we survive these days
I sold my soul to the devil
Because money don't grow on trees
The Lord won't buy my record
And his people get them for free
Corporate whore
You can only dream
Corporate whore
I sold my soul to the devil
Because money don't grow on trees
The Lord won't buy my record
And his people get them for free
I sold my soul to the devil
Because money don't grow on tree
The Lord won't buy my record
And his people get them for free
Corporate whore
You can only dream
Corporate whore
Lyrics provided by LRCLIB
