Tytuł: Fleshdunce

• Wykonawca: Dead Kennedys
• Wyświetleń: 231

We're world industry's thoughtlords
  The entertainment wing
  We keep you all in line
  
  By fixing your free will
  Surround you with pop fantasies
  Just slightly out of reach
  To soften all the blows
  Of your forced daily routine
  
  We strip-mine your underground culture
  Take the bite out and rinse it clean
  Give ourselves credit for creating it
  Then sell it back to you
  At twice the price
  
  Our pool of talent vampires
  Has blown into your town
  To dazzle, sign and milk you
  All strictly on our own terms
  
  You think you've got a lot to say
  We'll change that real soon
  You're not a person anymore
  We've made you a cartoon
  
  By the time we're through remolding you
  You won't even recognize your face
  There's no end to the eager beavers
  Drawn the moths to our Babylon's mirage
  
  Conveyor belt of fleshdunce
  They all want to do the fleshdance
  Conveyor belt of fleshdunce
  Who all want to do the fleshdance