| Well we’re heading for a past that you leave not defend
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| Where the downtowns hold the sadness of you can’t go back again
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| It’s there you’ll find the rust and debtors
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| Motel signs with missing letters
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| Cause there’s a monster on the outskirts
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| Says it knows what your town needs
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| Then it eats it up like nothing and it won’t spit out the seeds
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| And we can be the super shoppers
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| We can say we’re really smart
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| We can say our town is doing fine without a beating heart
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| We can even say the money saved is all our own
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| It’s bought and sold, it’s bought and sold
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| And we’re heading for a nasty business, keeps our country growing
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| Where the weapons that we’re selling are the only seeds we’re sowing
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| You get to blow the fruits of all your labors
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| Sell F-16's to all the neighbors
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| And we know that it’s for money
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| And that’s how the west gets bargained
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| You the know the last time this happened
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| Even Vietnam got jargoned
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| And you can say they’re out to hunt you
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| You can say they’re out to fish you
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| You can join a gang of restless boys
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| Or start your own militia
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| You can even say your violence is all your own
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| It’s bought and sold, it’s bought and sold
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| Well I look up to the people who are less bought than I
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| You can show them what you’re selling
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| And they’ll only ask you why
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| And their paychecks don’t have lots of zeros
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| They’re my friends and they’re my heroes
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| And the TV sets are angry 'cause they just can’t make 'em pay
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| But I like the way these people read the signs and walk away
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| And we can call ourselves the makers
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| And the keepers of the times
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| We can spend our sand dollars
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| And sand nickels and sand dimes
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| We can even say prosperity is all our own
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| It’s bought and sold, it’s bought and sold
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| We can even say our loneliness is all our own
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| It’s bought and sold, it’s bought and sold
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| It’s bought and sold, it’s bought and sol |