Missionaries up from the South Have come to put words in our ignorant mouths Big company muscles flex And we're all pulled along by the seat of our kecks Popstars to lead us to the promised land Same rich bastards in command All responsibility out of our hands Just work for their party and cheer for their bands Red banners angry lawyers keep checking on their bobs and tanners Same old dances and five year plans Will never bridge the gap between stars and fans What's unsaid is left unsaid as the bosses Lure the popstars into their beds Allowed to indulge in their political bread There's too many people who agree to be led The pied piper came today Autograph autograph to lead us away Out of the town behind the piper Over the cliff and into the river
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