歌曲 | Fleshdunce |
歌手 | Dead Kennedys |
专辑 | Bedtime for Democracy |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Biafra, Dead Kennedys | |
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 a bite out and rinse it clean | |
Give ourselves credit for creating it | |
Then sell it back to you at twice the price | |
Hey, 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 like 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 | |
Conveyor belt of fleshdunce | |
They all want to do the fleshdance | |
Conveyor belt of fleshdunce | |
Who all want to do the fleshdance |
zuo ci : Biafra, Dead Kennedys | |
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 stripmine your underground culture | |
Take a bite out and rinse it clean | |
Give ourselves credit for creating it | |
Then sell it back to you at twice the price | |
Hey, 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 like 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 | |
Conveyor belt of fleshdunce | |
They all want to do the fleshdance | |
Conveyor belt of fleshdunce | |
Who all want to do the fleshdance |
zuò cí : Biafra, Dead Kennedys | |
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 stripmine your underground culture | |
Take a bite out and rinse it clean | |
Give ourselves credit for creating it | |
Then sell it back to you at twice the price | |
Hey, 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 like 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 | |
Conveyor belt of fleshdunce | |
They all want to do the fleshdance | |
Conveyor belt of fleshdunce | |
Who all want to do the fleshdance |