Charlie And The Propaganda Myth Machine
If every child chased dreams of
societal reorganisation
In place of sweet wrappers and escape
Then we would see Mr Cadbury's
enlightened industrialism
for what it really, fucking is
social morphene: we'd have ourselves a pre-school army!
Walt Disney, is pushing social and sexual hierachy
My bed time stories a GMTV gomulka
Slumbering, in my Jimmy Jammies!
My wonderous 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 unnacountable regeme
Orwells vision, with a wrinkled face
hold out the arm and quiet the voice
My first McDonlads visit, a vacination
The time my parents took me to the school/clinic
Handed me over, to the teahcer/nurse/whatever
Hold out the arm and quiet the voice x3
I too
got sucked in by the myth machine
unatainable
but I just wish we weren't so fuckin mindless
little more suspision in our fairy tales please!
drowned in
recurring nightmare of casual influence
but I just wish weren't so fuckin mindless
Mum and Dad, Mum I'm sorry I won't do what Enid Blyton tells me
Our jealousy, at their opportunity
the once weak will one day rule this world
because the monsters underneath the bed,
are merely jaded feelings.