Corporate Whore - Vant

And now you see me striking up deals with «the man» and a dozen other

high-street brands

I wear unethically 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 buy my records

And his people get them for free

You can hear my music in a shitty movie, directed by someone you’ve never heard

of

It’s sexist, violent, crude, bigoted, racist and homophobic

It shares non of my principles

It shares non of my core 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 records

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 records

And his people get them for free

Corporate whore

You can only dream

Corporate whore