Текст, перевод и аккорды “Fleshdunce”
- 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
Поделитесь с друзьями:
Поделитесь с друзьями: