Fleshdunce Lyrics - Bedtime For Democracy - 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 the bite out and rinse it clean 

Give ourselves credit for creating it 

Then sell it back to you 

At twice the price 

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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 

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Conveyor belt of fleshdunce 

They all want to do the fleshdance 

Conveyor belt of fleshdunce 

Who all want to do the fleshdance