Million Dead

Million Dead - Charlie And The Propaganda Myth Machine lyrics

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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 fucking is:

social morphine ?we'd have ourselves a pre-school army.

walt disney is pushing social and sexual 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.

and 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 macdonald's visit a vaccination,

like the time my parents took me to the school / clinic,

and handed me over to the teacher / nurse / whatever.

i too got sucked in by the myth machine.

unattainable, but i just wish we weren't so fucking mindless.

drowned in a recurring nightmare of causal influence.

a little more suspicion in our fairy tales please.

mum and dad, i'm sorry, i won't do what enid blyton told me.

our jealousy at their opportunity:

the once weak will one day rule this world.

the monsters underneath the bed are merely jaded failings.
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