Thirty years of the same old shit Of music, money, hit after hit Smiles, lies, sales, walls Thats thirty years of rock and roll They changed its name once or twice Get rebellious with a company deal Business thrives where honesty fails Contracts? Con tricks! Sing revolution, wait til it starts One eye on the bank account, one on the charts Governmentsponsored rebellionbuy it! A bit more product to keep us quiet! Shhh Product sells, people die Same revolution, wrapped in lies In these sexist, druggedup, rock and roles The biggest prizes to the biggest fools Ask the puppetmasters who pull the strings Who makes the money when the puppets sing? Ask the corporations Where does the money go? Ask the emptybellied children Tell me what are we singing for? Until we pull down the walls Itll stay the same Until we find something new Make it change I know there most be more So what are we singing for? These puppets, underneath the skin, have the same problems as you and methey want to be loved, dont know where to begin. Just a walls width away, but impossible to get close. Offstage, with nothing to hide behind, the puppets are running away. And meanwhile, were running away from ourselves... and meanwhile, were running away from ourselves... and meanwhile, were running away from ourselves... If our music makes you happy or content It has failed If our music entertains, but doesnt inspire It has failed The musics not a threat Action the music inspires can be a threat! I know there must be more...
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