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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Cesspools In Eden
Chemical Warfare
Dear Abby
Do The Slag
Drug Me
Fleshdunce
Forward To Death
Funland At The Beach
Gone With My Wind
Holiday In Cambodia
Hop With The Jet Set
I Kill Children
I Spy
Ill In The Head
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Kill The Poor
Kinky Sex Makes The World Go `Round
Let`s Lynch The Landford
Life Sentence
Macho Insecurity
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One Way Ticket To Pluto
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Pull My Strings
Rambozo The Clown
Saturday Night Holocaust
Short Songs
Shrink
Stealing People Mail
Straight A`s
Take This Job And Shove It
The Great Wall
The Man With The Dogs
The Prey
Too Drunk To Fuck
Triumph of The Swill
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When Ya Get Drafted
Your Emotions