Million Dead - Charlie & The Propaganda Myth Machine 歌词

If every child chased dreams of
Societal reorganization
In place of sweet wrappers and escape

Then we would see Mr. Cadbury's
Enlightened industrialism
For what it really fucking is:
Social morphine - we'd have ourselves a pre-school army

Walt Disney is pushing social and sexual hierarchy
My bed-time stories like a GMTV gomulka
Slumbering in my jimmy-jammies
My wondrous imagination long since closed and put away
Willy Wonka was a capitalist confidence trickster
A poster boy for neo-liberalism
A full-stop on revolt
And the BFG a propagandist for an unaccountable regime
Orwell's vision with a wrinkled face
Hold out the arm and quiet the voice
My first MacDonald's visit a vaccination
Like the time my parents took me to the school clinic
And handed me over to the teacher, nurse, whatever
Hold out the arm and quiet the voice
Hold out the arm and quiet the voice
Hold out the arm and quiet the voice

I too
Got sucked in by the myth machine
Unattainable
But I just wish we weren't so fucking mindless
A little more suspicion in our fairy tales please
Drowned in
A recurring nightmare of causal influence
A little more suspicion in our fairy tales please
But I just wish we weren't so fucking mindless
A little more suspicion in our fairy tales please
Mum and dad
I'm sorry, I won't do what Enid Blyton told me
A little more suspicion in our fairy tales please
Our jealousy at their opportunity:
The once weak will one day rule this world
A little more suspicion in our fairy tales please
The monsters underneath the bed
Are merely jaded failings