To me big clothes shops have something of the night about them, drawing people into a habit like the opium dens of old. I ask you, next time you are in one of these cathedrals to greed, just stand and look around you, ask yourself the question, “Why do we need all this stuff?” The answer is quite simple, we don’t, it is needed to create the insane amounts of wealth some people amass, usually using what is little more than slave labour

Shopping spree.

I don’t need a shopping spree, I don’t need that kind of drug
I don’t know why I never caught the dreaded shopping bug
If I need it I’ll go and find it, won’t be drawn by retailers schemes
In any case the kind of money for a spree, exists only in my dreams

Men swear up stairs says the sign
Women swear downstairs If their not refined
I swear all this stuff cannot be necessary
You can’t take it with you to the cemetery.

All words Meadowhead Bard.