I was fresh Tabula Rasa when I came here from my planet
And I volunteered to martyr 'cos I hate the guys who ran it
So I came to watch your species, fill some notepads, take some pictures
Send the goss back to the boss and die a happy short existence.

Track the Sun to where it sets, platform goes down, first thing I get
You bet it's 'Welcome To The New World' plastered all across the West
In plastic pictures, flashing colours, liquid crystal, sugar diets
Concrete columns, methane chimneys, polystyrene Melbourne Central,
Waxed bananas, hair conditioner, petrol stations, halogenics,
Foxtel cables, minute ad breaks, AAMI Stadium, tinted windows.

In the buildings where they gather, make proposals, create sales
Much too wide to miss your eyes, too tall for citizens to scale.
So I walk into a foyer, want to see what they're about
I ask to speak to an employer, can we talk? Can I find out?

And so this short exchange begins a game of epic cat and mouse
Transferred to Bill, then Em, then Riley, then to Marcus who is out
He calls me back with no assistance - "Keep your questions at a distance"
"But I'll put you through to Gai or Chris who'll add you to our mailing list"

A saccharine connection, PR ceases at reception
Know just what I knew before, a catalogue for consolation
Though, I think it might be good to go to someone who can tell me more
I'm told there is a slacker jaw at Chadstone, on the upper floor.

Trek out to this oasis for consumers, daily basis,
Once I find a parking places to alleviate the stasis
Feel myself increasing status with ascension of staircases,
And the man behind the curtain I find candid, hard at workin':
"Is there but a soul inside your mall who worked up from the bottom
Who believes in what they do and where the market chain has got them,
Who can tell you where the grains are grown that constitute their bread,
Who's there for any reason other than the notes they wish to spend?"

And so he looks direct in my third eye and says "My friend, forget it"
So I'm walking round for hours trying to work out how to exit,
And my body starts to wither, grow so tired, I need dinner,
So I'm forced to buy a sandwich, and an XBox and a zimmer frame,

I'm stumbling desperately and my pupils are dilating
'Cos the carcinogenic halogenics take up the ceiling,
Vomit seeping from orifices, collapsed beside some poffertjes.
As far from their Dutch origins as I am from these officers
Who whisk me to a hospital through corridors so clinical,
I see through pain it looks the same as Chadstone, call me cynical,
But I sense these white fluorescent decorations hide incessant
Infatuations of power suppressing self-determination

Needle in my silver skin keeps seizuring at bay,
But I'm a foreign object in your country so I have to pay
A thousand big ones to the big wigs whose designs defined my day,
A public service or a business? Questions leading me to say
"Hey, whatcha selling?!"

And the folks back home are callin', said:
"You're coming back with answers", I said:
"Talk is just for talkin's sake, cos I can't understand it,
Frankly how am I to fathom the fact that almost every atom's
Cordoned off by some electron who defends it with a baton?

On the outer shell of reason, corporate orbits every region
And the whip-led drip-fed rest of us forget that we're the nucleus
The source of all fruition, yet the cause of our constriction,
Every friction of the system built by us with our conviction.
Every leader we elected through a framework we directed
All solutions we rejected, any pain is self-inflicted.
Just like Mum and Dad and friends and family, everyone back home
Who gave themselves to suits and spies, their faith to asses on the throne
"Good news for you!" I yelled, "They're following your orbit, guess I should have known,
All life would rather sit than stand" and then I slammed the phone.

So from one sucker to another when these fuckers try to sell,
The universe is your creation, don't be patient,
Ask yourself,
Well are you buying?!