Letra de Fleshdunce
We're world industry's thought lords, 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 routineWe 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 priceOur pool of talent vampires has blown into your town To dazzle, sign and milk you all strictly on our 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 cartoonBy 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 mirageConveyor belt of fleshdunce They all want to do the fleshdance Conveyor belt of fleshdunce Who all want to do the fleshdanceConveyor belt of fleshdunce They all want to do the fleshdance Conveyor belt of fleshdunce Who all want to do the fleshdance