Lyrics of 'Not For Sale' by Citizen Fish

Why are you leaving? Something to believe in
Just left the building here comes nothing
Seen the revolution go full circle
And now it's so much more relaxing
Where are they going? Didn't they know it's
Hard for us to feel rejected
Contrast - diction number one, 'it can be done
Without losing our perspective'

Some will come and some will go
But some will stay despite temptation
Music bought and sold back
Is a shadow of its generation
What it meant and what it means
Is in our heads not on the screen
Communication interaction
Liveliness and satisfaction

This is what we get from music
Corporations just abuse it
We keep our own company
This culture is not for sale

Why all the complaining? Nobody's the same when
It comes down to hard decisions
But how far do you take it? Do you need to make it?
What's the price of your opinions?

Ideas come and ideas go
And some will stay to form the picture
In our heads or on the screens
Acted out or sold as culture
It's a lifestyle revolution
Just to share ideas for free
Your revolution will not be televised
Except on pay-per-view T.V.

This is what we get for asking
For someone else to do it for us
A culture full of instancy
This culture is not for sale

Well they outlined all the options
And gave us the directions
And told us lead don't follow anyone
It was hard to stop once started
And the promises soon departed
And we found out it was business and not fun

Now where's the reason for it?
The starting point's obscure, it's
Getting hard to recognised a friend
These men in suits and braces
Have no feelings on their faces
When they ask us to re-write that song again, no

It's not just music it's not just views
It's almost anything artistic
It's not just art that's only part of
Expression free from greed and profit

This culture, this culture...
Our culture
Is not for sale, not for sale...

[Breaking A Habit]
Repetition
That it's what I always do
No more life in two dimension

Habit retention
It's a habit
Got to grab it
And to break it up
Into pieces

The cycle never ends
Another habit
Repetition
And addiction

Routine
It's a habit
It was beautiful
So we grab it
And we broke it
Into little pieces
Speed it up and make a mess
Of anything, anything...

I want to throw it all away
I want to throw it all away

Routine
Repetition
Press the button
Here we go again

You can't have it back again
No, no, no

I'm gonna throw it all away
I'm gonna do something today