[00:00.00] 作词 : Brett Anderson/Bernard Butler
[00:01.00] 作曲 : Brett Anderson/Bernard Butler
[00:56.55]We live in a climate of greed.
[00:58.92]We live under the clouds of envy.
[01:01.29]We live in the shadow of the pricing gun.
[01:04.02]All around us actors and models order us to buy this and live like that.
[01:08.76]they remind us that if we don't possess more our lives are empty
[01:12.36]that we are basically worthless beyond the value of the numbers in our bank accounts
[01:16.83]that we are here just to accumulate, that the purpose of our very existence is to consume��
[01:22.32]possess and consume, possess and consume, possess and consume��
[01:27.27]the silent, hypnotic corporate mantra that is the soundtrack to our frustrated and obsessive lives.
[01:34.05]We live in a climate of greed.
[01:36.09]We live under the clouds of envy.
[01:38.37]Our lives are governed by jealousy, ruled by anxiety.
[01:42.24]Always wanting more, never being satisfied.
[01:45.69]If we could just own that bathroom our lives would be perfect
[01:49.23]if i just had that car everything would be ok
[01:52.23]if we could just possess that dress the numbing
[01:55.11]gnawing emptiness that reminds us of the utter pointlessness of life would go away.
[02:00.36]A life sentence of consumer addictions, shackled to the ruthless
[02:04.26]irresponsible whims of advertising executives.
[02:07.71]Dragged along in their relentless personal slipstream
[02:10.89]their desire for us to own more and yet more shit.
[02:14.31]Piling up mountains of possessions, fields of crap, rivers of waste.
[02:18.72]We live in a climate of greed.
[02:34.65]We live under the clouds of envy.
[03:00.81]Everywhere we look we are reminded that our lives are worthless unless we are famous , powerful or wealthy. Numbers after peoples names in tabloids remind us of their worth and of our worthlessness, remind us that they are to be respected and adored simply because of mathematics. Remind us that the ladder of life has a top and a bottom
[04:07.05]We live in a climate of greed
[04:14.85]We live under the clouds of envy.
[04:24.60]We live in the shadow of the pricing gun.
[04:32.64]We are but slaves, soon to be dust.
[04:42.15]We live in a climate of greed.

作词 : Brett Anderson/Bernard Butler
作曲 : Brett Anderson/Bernard Butler
We live in a climate of greed.
We live under the clouds of envy.
We live in the shadow of the pricing gun.
All around us actors and models order us to buy this and live like that.
they remind us that if we don't possess more our lives are empty
that we are basically worthless beyond the value of the numbers in our bank accounts
that we are here just to accumulate, that the purpose of our very existence is to consume��
possess and consume, possess and consume, possess and consume��
the silent, hypnotic corporate mantra that is the soundtrack to our frustrated and obsessive lives.
We live in a climate of greed.
We live under the clouds of envy.
Our lives are governed by jealousy, ruled by anxiety.
Always wanting more, never being satisfied.
If we could just own that bathroom our lives would be perfect
if i just had that car everything would be ok
if we could just possess that dress the numbing
gnawing emptiness that reminds us of the utter pointlessness of life would go away.
A life sentence of consumer addictions, shackled to the ruthless
irresponsible whims of advertising executives.
Dragged along in their relentless personal slipstream
their desire for us to own more and yet more shit.
Piling up mountains of possessions, fields of crap, rivers of waste.
We live in a climate of greed.
We live under the clouds of envy.
Everywhere we look we are reminded that our lives are worthless unless we are famous , powerful or wealthy. Numbers after peoples names in tabloids remind us of their worth and of our worthlessness, remind us that they are to be respected and adored simply because of mathematics. Remind us that the ladder of life has a top and a bottom
We live in a climate of greed
We live under the clouds of envy.
We live in the shadow of the pricing gun.
We are but slaves, soon to be dust.
We live in a climate of greed.