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Money makers, movers, shakers
Undertakers, bough breakers
They speak to you
With parents quiet, TV riot
You choose to bite
You let their prefab message through
Slick back hair and charm to spare
You'd almost swear
Those cue cards had disappeared
But then you catch one off his guard
You push too hard
You see just what the suits had feared
It's your life
And they're living it for you
Fat cats in dark suits
You know they adore you
If true love is dead
Then it's gone to their head
Just take all their money
As all the man said
It's your life
It's your life
The melody is market tested
All their research
They've invested to read your mind
The road to hell is paved as well
With teenage midriffs
Spared to sell to leave you blind
To other shapes and different sizes
Crooked teeth and weird surprises
Such a shame
That locust swarms and make up bodies
Plastic surgeons, pop star martyrs
Are all to blame
It's your life
And they're living it for you
Fat cats in dark suits
You know they adore you
If true love is dead
Then it's gone to their head
Just take all their money
As all the man said
It's your life
It's your life
What's left to say?
Their smile is prettier anyway
I'll just fold, I tried
I, for one, am tired
Of living this lie
Like cheap perfume or plastic gloom
The aftertaste we must assume
Is less than good
The t-shirt rips, the CD skips
The next big thing tends to eclipse
That's understood
It's your life
And they're living it for you
Fat cats in dark suits
You know they adore you
If true love is dead
Then it's gone to their head
Just take all their money
As all the man said
It's your life
It's your life
It's your life
It's your life
It's your life
It's your life
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