The Adverts - The Adverts

Yeah this world is full of strangers

Everywhere

We will end up braver

We won’t be scared

I’m not that kind

I am your friend

I am your friend

Pretty soon you’ll be thinking like the Adverts

Spouting out the same words

Living like the Adverts

Things could be worse

And we’re just spectators

To our own desires

And our thoughts just take us

Our hands are tied

I am not that kind

I am your friend

I am your friend

Pretty soon you’ll be thinking like the Adverts

Spouting out the same words

Living like the Adverts

Things could be worse

Would you go around carrying dynamite carelessly

Sailing a ship on the stormy sea

People come up and you say to me

Just sell me something cheap, sell me something good

Sell me something easily understood

I am not that kind

I am your friend

I am your friend

Pretty soon you’ll be thinking like the Adverts

Spouting out the same words

Living like the Adverts

Things could be worse

Pretty soon you’ll be living like the Adverts

In another universe

Living like the Adverts

Things could be worse

Things could be worse

Things could be worse