There's something about your mass destruction
That raises the nation's mass production
And I know decent pay is on the way
But there's something about your selling clothes
Made from impoverished eight-year-olds
That your high prices would never reveal
Exploitation is a night light
Keeps me warm while I sleep
Exploitation is a night light
I'm going to be happy and meek
I went to the economist
He said: This shirt was made for half of a percent of what it was sold
I went over to the fashionist
He said: Premium! This article of clothing is gold!
Exploitation is a night light
Keeps me warm while I sleep
Exploitation is a night light
I'm going to be happy and meek
Exploitation is a night light
The giver of inequality
Going to plump the fatcats
Going to feed capitalist economy
I asked: What about health hazards?
For your cheap labor abroad
You said: As long as stock holders don't care
We'll let them indulge our pleasant façade
I asked why some get to be rich
You said: We're in power
And capable of curing our material itch
...And we'd call your accusations slander!
Exploitation is a night light
Keeps me warm while I sleep
Exploitation is a night light
I'm going to be happy and meek