Stereotype money making machines Butter wouldn't melt in their mouth They got someone punching all the right numbers Tattooed gimmicks, oh, hear how they scream Seen on the pages of those corporate glossies The bullshit that's churned out of the money making machine They're programmed to be the next big thing I'm telling you all, don't believe everything that you read
This talent don't mean a thing Technology paving the way Every dog has its day
All monkey see, monkey do Run it up the flag pole now, see who salutes The feeble message of their means Portrayal of some adolescent pop star dream A shooting star, hit and run Fed it all with the silver spoon, all hail the chosen one Corporate music, human feeling left out Insulting my intelligence every time they open their mouth
This talent don't mean a thing Technology paving the way Every dog has its day
Body guard, credit card Expense account, why am I missing out ? Maybe I don't look quite as good, but they all say Every dog will have its day
They all got the look, clean cut, designer label style On the cover of every glossy magazine They're programmed to be the next big thing Think for yourself and don't believe everything that you read, no no no no no
No individuality Talent lost along the way Emotionally automated Blind faith follows their way Every dog has its dayTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
