She sells seashells on a seashore
But the value of these shells
will fall
Due to the laws of supply and demand
No one wants to buy shells 'cause there's loads on the sand
Step one: you must create a sense of scarcity
Shells
will sell much better if the
people think they're rare, you see
Bare with me, take as many shells as you can find and hide 'em on an island
Stockpile 'em high until they’re rarer than a diamond
Step two: you gotta make the
people think that they want 'em Really want 'em, really fuckin' want 'em, hit 'em like Bronson
Influencers, product placement, featured prime time entertainment
If you haven't got a shell, then you're just a fucking waste, man
Three: it's monopoly, invest inside some property
Start a corporation, make a logo, do it properly
"Shells must sell", that
will be your new philosophy
Swallow all your morals, they're a poor man's quality
Four: expand, expand, expand
Clear forest, make land, fresh blood on hands
Five: why just shells? Why limit yourself?
She sells seashells, sell oil as well
Six: guns, sell stocks, sell diamonds, sell rocks
Sell
water to a fish, sell the time to a clock
Seven: press on the
gas, take your foot off the brakes
Then run to be the president of the United States
Eight: big smile mate, big wave, that's great
Now the truth is
overrated, tell lies out the gate
Nine: Polarise the
people, controversy is the game
It don't matter if they hate you if they all say your
name