In the shops and in front of TVs
The Empties dwell
They obsessively want
What they need not
Silly stew of their brains
The weak blood in their veins
They feed on gossip
And then go and do it
They eat the Apple for breakfast and dinner
It became cool to be a sinner
The bank account
Is all that counts
They can't sleep well
So they buy a new pillow
Seeing the ugliness
They've broken their mirrors
Claiming they're happy
That life's great
And when retired
They curse the faith
You are to blame!
On you the shame!
The Empties dwell
They obsessively want
What they need not
Silly stew of their brains
The weak blood in their veins
They feed on gossip
And then go and do it
They eat the Apple for breakfast and dinner
It became cool to be a sinner
The bank account
Is all that counts
They can't sleep well
So they buy a new pillow
Seeing the ugliness
They've broken their mirrors
Claiming they're happy
That life's great
And when retired
They curse the faith
You are to blame!
On you the shame!