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
Government-sponsored rebellion--buy it!
A bit more product to keep us quiet!
Shhh
Product sells, people die
Same revolution, wrapped in lies
In these sexist, drugged-up, rock and roles
The biggest prizes to the biggest fools
Ask the puppet-masters who pull the strings
who makes the money when the puppets sing?
Ask the corporations
where does the money go?
Ask the empty-bellied 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 me--they 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...