I’m looking with disgust
Some of them you can’t trust
They wanna be like Jesus
And hang upon a cross
They offer mediocrity
From which I can find no sanctuary
Untouchable beings
Communicating media trickery
All day long
On my radio
I hear that song
Playing like a marathon
Just one more time
So I can really dig it
In six months time
Who the fucking hell made it
They’re dreaming of a scheme
And a dance routine
Instigating a plan
Like a PR scam
Collecting acollades
From other phonies and fakes
Beam me up scotty
Before it is too late
So I got what I got
Now I’m bored out of my nut
They almost made my mind
Into a dry roasted
Monkey for brains
They’re making me insane
Like grouse in a field
They’re treating me like game
Hail to the wonder
New fodder for a crass media
Bullshit on the pages
Of every newspaper
Boxed and packaged
Like an oven ready meal
I’m the donkey chasing the carrot
To turn that wheel of fortune
A tune force fed
With a wooden spoon
I’m hoping to get an autographed
Picture real soon
They’re chimps for their pimps
And they’re putting my head in a vice
I don’t need to take a trip
Down to sour price
To understand the meanings
Of under the counter dealings
Shit rising high busting up thro’
The ceiling
I don’t wanna make new friends
On the telephone
I just wanna fuck the person
Holding the microphone
Intended desire
Was what they really meant
I should have known that
Before my money was spent
Just like a puppet
Fist fucked in ya butt
You claim you’re dope
Like an uncut drug
I really dig you clothes
And you’re remixed versions
You’re nothing but a pro
To the butt-fucking system