I’m an owned fucking sellout
No conscience, no remorse
I only like the fans who buy
The products I endorse
And those are the ones from
The corporations, of course
The ones who own everything
And rise above all laws

I want you to spend your money
Buying all of the big brands
So the poor continue to stay poor
And the rich folk’s wealth expands
Cos children in sweat shops
Quality goods come from their hands
And they work a lot for little pay
And don’t make no demands

So dance and sing-a-long
To this soulless techno shit
It’s fashionable right now
You’re forced to like it just a bit
Cos if you don’t like it
You’re unpopular and won’t fit in
And, yes, we control fashion
So every way we win

We see you sitting there
Brainwashed by hype
We’ve done the market research
Yes, we know your type
We don’t care if you like us
We simply want your money
And we always seem to get it
Don’t you think that’s kind of funny?

So see talent where there is none
And we’ll just keep pretending
And product place at every point
To make sure you keep spending
And we’ll keep on getting cheered
Where we should be getting booed
Cos we’re in bed with big business
But it aint us getting screwed

I’m a singing dancing sales person
Every thing I say is lies
And when I see my fans
I get dollar signs in my eyes
And all my dance routines
Keep my franchised ass in shape
Cos my choreographer stole them from
An eighties fitness tape

We’re sort of on a mission
To destroy the World of art
And if you want to help us
Here’s how to play your part
Ignore the real talent
Support the manufactured frauds
Keep us high up in the charts
And winning those awards

There’s a war on for your mind
It goes on day and night
You take it raw and lying down
And don’t put up a fight
Soon big business will control
All we experience through our senses
They’re working on this constantly
They’re sparing no expenses

By Little Lord WTF

Note: This is a work in progress and I will make changes and improve on it from time to time.