Dead on the Whole by The Ocean Collective Lyrics
We draw your eyes to our images: Carrot and stick
We've got a sense for what makes you tick
The more out of reach, the more desperate you'll be trying to get it
We're the sweet distraction sure to provoke a reaction
We'll show you what you need: You can be sure this world is yours
If you're paying for it
Once we've got your attention we might sell you something you don't have the cash to pay
Put it on credit, pay by instalment
Sit back and chill: and wait for your consignment
We make you pay to eat, we make you pay to sleep
We make you pay to breathe
We make you pay for any pleasures you could come up with
Now we reached our goals
We keep you stuck in a job that you loathe
Now you're dead on the whole
Because you're bound to pay us off
Now we reached our goals
We keep you stuck in a job that you loathe
Now you're dead on the whole
Because you're bound to pay us off
At the end of a tiresome day of repetitive work without having a say
You crave for nothing more then mere dispersal:
Turn on the TV and switch off reality
And here we are back again with our screens of perfection: The perfect distraction
Fancy cars, furbished shopping marts
All that it takes to make you fall for our candy-bars
Now we reached our goals
We keep you stuck in a job that you loathe
Now you're dead on the whole
Because you're bound to pay us off
What a fertile symbiosis
You help us pay our bills
And in turn we assist you
Keep treading the mill
Now you're dead on the whole
We keep you stuck in a job that you loathe
Now you're dead on the whole
Because you won't let go
We set the standards
We set the standards
We set the standards
We embody all you ever wanna be
We set the standards
We set the standards
We set the standards
We play with your insecurities
We set the standards
We set the standards
We set the standards
We make you feel miserable
We set the standards
We set the standards
We set the standards
We embody all you ever wanna be
We set the standards
We set the standards
We set the standards
We set the standards
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We've got a sense for what makes you tick
The more out of reach, the more desperate you'll be trying to get it
We're the sweet distraction sure to provoke a reaction
We'll show you what you need: You can be sure this world is yours
If you're paying for it
Once we've got your attention we might sell you something you don't have the cash to pay
Put it on credit, pay by instalment
Sit back and chill: and wait for your consignment
We make you pay to eat, we make you pay to sleep
We make you pay to breathe
We make you pay for any pleasures you could come up with
Now we reached our goals
We keep you stuck in a job that you loathe
Now you're dead on the whole
Because you're bound to pay us off
Now we reached our goals
We keep you stuck in a job that you loathe
Now you're dead on the whole
Because you're bound to pay us off
At the end of a tiresome day of repetitive work without having a say
You crave for nothing more then mere dispersal:
Turn on the TV and switch off reality
And here we are back again with our screens of perfection: The perfect distraction
Fancy cars, furbished shopping marts
All that it takes to make you fall for our candy-bars
Now we reached our goals
We keep you stuck in a job that you loathe
Now you're dead on the whole
Because you're bound to pay us off
What a fertile symbiosis
You help us pay our bills
And in turn we assist you
Keep treading the mill
Now you're dead on the whole
We keep you stuck in a job that you loathe
Now you're dead on the whole
Because you won't let go
We set the standards
We set the standards
We set the standards
We embody all you ever wanna be
We set the standards
We set the standards
We set the standards
We play with your insecurities
We set the standards
We set the standards
We set the standards
We make you feel miserable
We set the standards
We set the standards
We set the standards
We embody all you ever wanna be
We set the standards
We set the standards
We set the standards
We set the standards
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