Funk pop a roll beats up my soul Oozing like napalm from the speakers and grill Of your radio Into the mouths of babes And across the backs of it's willing slaves
Funk pop a roll consumes you whole Gulping in your opium so copiously from a disco Everything you eat is waste But swallowing is easy when it has no taste
They can fix you rabbits up With your musical feed They can fix you rabbits up Big money selling you stuff that you do not need
Funk pop a roll for fish in shoals Music by the yard for the children they keep Like poseable dolls The young to them are mistakes Who only want bread but they're force-fed cake
Funk pop a roll the only goal The music business is a hammer to keep You pegs in your holes But please don't listen to me I've already been poisoned by this industry!
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