Текст (слова) песни: Million Dead - Charlie And The Propaganda Myth Machine
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. i too got sucked in by the myth machine. unattainable, but i just wish we weren`t so fucking mindless. drowned in a recurring nightmare of causal influence. a little more suspicion in our fairy tales please. mum and dad, i`m sorry, i won`t do what enid blyton told me. our jealousy at their opportunity: the once weak will one day rule this world. the monsters underneath the bed are merely jaded failings.
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