Funk pop a roll beats up my soulOozing like napalm
from the speakers and grillOf your radioInto the mouths
of babesAnd across the backs of its willing slavesFunk
pop a roll consumes you wholeGulping in your opium
so copiously from a discoEverything you eat is wasteBut
swallowing is easy when it has no tasteThey can fix
you rabbits upWith your musical feedThey can fix you
rabbits upBig money selling you stuff that you do not
needFunk pop a roll for fish in shoalsMusic by the
yard for the children they keepLike poseable dollsThe
young to them are mistakesWho only want bread but they're
force-fed cakeFunk pop a roll the only goalThe music
business is a hammer to keepYou pegs in your holesBut
please don't listen to meI've already been poisoned
by this industry!Funk pop a roll beats up my soul