Dead Kennedys - Fleshdunce текст песни

Were world industrys 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 youve got a lot to say

Well change that real soon

Youre not a person anymore

Weve made you a cartoon

By the time were through remolding you

You wont even recognize your face

Theres no end to the eager beavers

Drawn the moths to our babylons mirage

Conveyor belt of fleshdunce

They all want to do the fleshdance

Conveyor belt of fleshdunce

Who all want to do the fleshdance