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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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