Million Dead - Charlie and the Propaganda Myth Machine lyrics

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 f**ing is - social morphine We'd have ourselves a preschool army Walt Disney Is pushing social and s**ual 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 See, 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 McDonald's visit, a vaccination The time my parents took me to the school (?) clinic Handed me over To the teacher, school nurse, whatever Hold out the arm and quiet the voice Hold out the arm and quiet the voice Hold out the arm and quiet the voice I too Got s**ed in by the myth machine Unattainable But I just wish we weren't so f**ing mindless Little more suspicion in our fairy tales, please Drowned in Recurring nightmare of causal influence Little more suspicion in our fairy tales, please But I just wish we weren't so f**ing mindless Little more suspicion in our fairy tales, please Mum and dad I'm sorry, I won't do what Enid Blyton tells me Little more suspicion in our fairy tales, please Our jealousy at their opportunity The once weak will one day rule this world Little more suspicion in our fairy tales, please 'Cause the monsters underneath the bed Are merely jaded failings