Fishing for attention at highway speeds
Desperate to meet my eye
Is a smiling, Photoshopped, bare-shouldered bombshell
Making it hard to drive

I don’t remember anybody asking me
If they could pimp my gaze
With a 50-foot billboard selling Big Macs and Money Back
And Painless Procedures for my Varicose Veins

I wish they’d’ve stayed in the back of the phone book
And just left me well enough alone
But some marketing team made a whole lot of money
Taking my еyes off the road

I don’t want to be convincеd anymore
Ashamed or enticed
Made to think I’m falling short
So that someone can make up the difference for a price

Wall ads, bench ads, painted on a bus
Or dragged behind a plane in the sky
It’s everywhere I go and it’s everywhere I look
It’s getting hard to escape my eyes

I mean, what am I doing, watching commercials
At the gas pump on a little TV screen?
I never asked for this, and I can’t turn it off
Like some bad Bradburian dream

I don’t want to be convinced anymore
Ashamed or enticed
Made to think I’m falling short
So that someone can make up the difference for a price

Squatting my unoccupied attention
Selling what I never meant to buy
I don’t know how you got my number
But I’d like to unsubscribe

I wouldn’t know what I didn’t have
Until I saw it in a magazine
Nice shoes, duck face, adolescent hip-to-waist
Big watch, square jaw, hard body, good skin
Prime, Pro, pre-check, air miles credit card
Fast car, stiff cock, married with kids