alright, alright, call this meeting to order/
all eyes on the video recorder/
oh, for the love of christ, who has the remote?/
never mind, watch and listen, then we’ll exchange notes/
well, this swing isn’t sexy enough/
let’s face it, these numbers suck/
we sell them handsome pawns to live like kings/
the barcode talks/
the red line sings, “alright!”/
we’re constructing icons for the suckers tonight/
we’re not trying to make art, we’re making a living/
working with a new factory rhythm/
dance, you robots, dance/
play, you robots, play/
and we’ll fill in the rest/
na-na-na-na, la-la-la-la, hey, hey/
well, this swing isn’t sexy enough/
let’s face it, these numbers suck/
we need lean bodies with stunning features if we’re ever going to raise this creature/
if the body’s choice we obscure the voice/
inoffensive text, we feed the eyeballs sex/
dance, you robots, dance/
your hero has no control/
auditioned to play the role/
we write the script and you adopt it and every single day of your life is a holiday now

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    General Commentobviously this song is about the music industry and how fake it all is. My favorite line is "we're not trying to make art, we're makin a living" that about sums it all up.
    kjeskeon April 12, 2007   Link

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