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Текст (слова) песни: Dead Kennedys - 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
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