Lyrics Corporate Whore - Vant

Corporate Whore

And now you see me striking up deals with «the man» and a dozen other
high-street brands
I wear unethically farmed clothing, made by slaves, that are paid 40p-an-hour
minimum wage
Everything I hate and I stand against
Just a little puppet in a masquerade
But I’m an artist and that’s how we survive these days
I sold my soul to the devil
Because money don’t grow on trees
The lord won’t buy my records
And his people get them for free
You can hear my music in a shitty movie, directed by someone you’ve never heard
of
It’s sexist, violent, crude, bigoted, racist and homophobic
It shares non of my principles
It shares non of my core beliefs
But I’m an artist and that’s how we survive these days
I sold my soul to the devil
Because money don’t grow on trees
The lord won’t buy my records
And his people get them for free
Corporate whore
You can only dream
Corporate whore
I sold my soul to the devil
Because money don’t grow on trees
The lord won’t buy my records
And his people get them for free
Corporate whore
You can only dream
Corporate whore