| Funk pop a roll beats up my soul
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| Oozing like napalm from the speakers and grill
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| Of your radio into the mouths of babes
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| And across the backs of its willing slaves
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| Funk pop a roll consumes you whole
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| Gulping in your opium so copiously
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| From a disco, everything you eat is waste
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| But swallowing is easy when it has no taste
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| They can fix you rabbits up
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| With your musical feed
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| They can fix you rabbits up
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| Big money selling you stuff that you really do not need
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| They can fix you rabbits up
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| With your musical feed
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| They can fix you rabbits up
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| Big money selling you stuff that you really do not need
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| Funk pop a roll for fish in shoals
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| Music by the yard for the children they keep
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| Like poseable dolls, the young to them are mistakes
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| Who only want bread but they’re force-fed cake
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| Funk pop a roll the only goal
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| The music business is a hammer to keep
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| You pegs in your holes but please don’t listen to me
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| I’ve already been poisoned by this industry
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| Funk pop a roll beats up my soul
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| Funk pop a roll beats up my soul
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| Bye bye |