‘Machiavellian Department Store'

Now I'm desperately thrashing a path through
The shoppers placed strategically in my view
Oh, I feel sick in the pit of my
Stomach that I felt compelled to buy
Numerous tacky trinkets that could never serve
A purpose, or have any remote use on Earth
Well, I admit that much of the fault is mine -
Everything looked so wonderful at the time

Now I'm frantically attempting to locate
The exit from this mammon-marinated microstate
My vision is a tapestry of stars and spots
And everyone is laughing as I'm walking in knots
And now I've managed to become comically detached
From my fatally beautiful shopping bags
Well, on second thoughts, I cannot shoulder all the blame
When I didn't invent this totalitarian game

Now I'm manically dragging myself along the floor
The vultures above me are baying for more
But I think I'm shortly likely to fade away
I've lost this particular battle, but hey –
I should have known that I'd be brushing against gold
And I could have exercised a little self-control
Well, it's all over now, as I'm sacrificed
On the altar of the capitalist regime I've been fucked over by.