Well it grips and it grins
It cavorts and it gyrates
And it whispers from the wings
Knowingly insinuates
Shines a certain light on things
Emphasising your least likeable traits
And baby it accumulates
Baby it accumulates

In the depots, in the silos
On the palettes, in the crates
Down the isles, wreathed in smiles
In great mountains on our plates
Like the love of God it enters you
In all kinds of amorphous states
And baby it accumulates
Baby it accumulates

Mindless need is loosed among us
In our homes and down our streets
Singing like some mythic creature
Of great Edens through the gates
And you can have better suction
Even wanton destruction
And all of this at very competitive rates
But baby it accumulates
Baby it accumulates
Baby it accumulates

Looking down from the high rise
Staring back with your own eyes
Playing games with numbers
Messing round with the dates
Altering its positions
Muttering sweet propositions
Doing its damnedest to get you
Between the sheets
And you might start out
Kicking and screaming
Pretty soon you're gonna wind up
Sucking on the teats
Cos baby it accumulates
Yeah baby it accumulates
Baby it accumulates

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Writer(s): David Gray