Testo: Manic Street Preachers. Postcards From a Young Man. Don't Be Evil.

The lines have all been blurred
To the point of no return
The sickos and the bullies praise your name
You then wrench their lives with pleasure and fame

As corporate as a suit you won't wear
As stupid as the jeans you tear
As evil as the pretense you care
God save us all from Satan's stare

Oh, don't be evil, just be corporate
And fool the world with your own importance
Betray your tedium for the world to see
Your own movie star and it's for free

The lines have all been blurred
To the point of no return
With normal people living normal lives
Normal things seen through normal eyes

As corporate as the suit you won't wear
As stupid as the jeans you tear
As evil as the pretense you care
God save us all from Satan's stare

Oh, don't be evil, just be corporate
And fool the world with your own importance
Betray your tedium for the world to see
Your own movie star and it's for free

Oh, don't be evil, just be corporate
And fool the world with your own importance
Betray your tedium for the world to see
Your own movie star and it's for free, it is for free

The music's going, the sun is showing
The printed word is all done and dusted
Oh, don't be evil, just be corporate
And fool the world with your own importance

The music's going, the sun is showing
Pretend technology made us equal
Oh, don't be evil, just be corporate
And fool the world with your own importance