Текст песни Dead Kennedys - Fleshdunce
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Were world industrys thoughtlordsThe entertainment wingWe keep you all in lineBy fixing your free willSurround you with pop fantasiesJust slightly out of reachTo soften all the blowsOf your forced daily routineWe strip-mine your underground cultureTake the bite out and rinse it cleanGive ourselves credit for creating itThen sell it back to youAt twice the priceOur pool of talent vampiresHas blown into your townTo dazzle, sign and milk youAll strictly on our own termsYou think youve got a lot to sayWell change that real soonYoure not a person anymoreWeve made you a cartoonBy the time were through remolding youYou wont even recognize your faceTheres no end to the eager beaversDrawn the moths to our babylons mirageConveyor belt of fleshdunceThey all want to do the fleshdanceConveyor belt of fleshdunceWho all want to do the fleshdance