Well we're heading for a past that you leave not defend,

Where the downtowns hold the sadness of

you can't go back again.

It's there you'll find the rust and debtors,

Motel signs with missing letters.

Cause there's a monster on the outskirts,

says it knows what your town needs,

Then it eats it up like nothing and won't spit out the seeds.

And we can be the super shoppers,

we can say we're really smart

We can say our town is doing fine without a beating heart,

We can even say the money saved is all our own,

It's bought and sold, it's bought and sold.



And we're heading out for nasty business,

keeps our country growing,

Where the weapons that we're selling

are the only seeds we're sowing,

You get to blow the fruits of all your labors,

Sell F-16's to all the neighbors.

And we know that it's for maney,

and that's how the west gets bargained,

You know the last time this happened,

even Vietnam got jargoned.



And you can say they're out to hunt you,

you can say they're out to fish you,

You can join a gang of restless boys

or start your own militia,

You can even say your violence is all your own,

It's bought and sold, it's bought and sold.



And I look up to the people who are less bought than I,

You can show them what you're selling,

and they'll only ask you why.

And their paychecks don't have lots of zeros,

They're my friends and they're my heroes.

And the TV sets are angry cause they just can't make 'em pay,

But I like the way these people read the signs and walk away,

And we can call ourselves the makers

and the keepers of the times,

We can spend our sand dollars

and sand nickels and sand dimes,

We can even say prosperity is all our own,

It's bought and sold, it's bought and sold.

We can even say our loneliness is all our own,

It's bought and sold, it's bought and sold.

It's bought and sold, it's bought and sold.