Naive Children Letra

You've got an office of your own and your fax machine
And lots of tacky clothes for when you make that scene.
You've got some famous friends that owe you lots of bucks.
You know you've got your complaints about how it's all such a rut
And when you go to sleep, down in your big round bed,
You've got your visions of dollar signs dancing in your head.

Cruising the clubs with the label man,
You've got the CMJ in your sweaty little hands
And we'll go round and round searching for the latest thing
To make the little girls wet and the cash registers ring
And we got lots of bands and we got lots of friends
And we got lots of power to shape the latest trends
So won't you come on down and sell your soul to me
'cuz though I know you're naive
You didn't think this was free, did you?

You've got, what I want, it's blood