Lookie
young girls with your television eyes,
Fixated on
nothing, telling despicable lies,
We pray on
your obsession with candy,
And you do
what we want you to,
So play
those drums,
And bring
order to the stars,
Turn up
your stereos and drive around in your cars,
And don't
think about coming back home until you've never gone anywhere
All the
people want
Is another
song, about the Devil,
All the
people want
Is a
shit-hot beat and words you can't remember
I do what I
do and I know what I know,
You see me
on TV and on your radio,
I was a
white MC from Detroit, I was a black DJ from Tokyo,
Cause
turning people into product is easy,
Turning
idiots into stars is easier,
The robots
and the cockroaches are gonna be the only survivors
All the
people want
Is another
song, about the Devil,
All the
people want
Is a
shit-hot beat and words you can't remember
There is a
dancefloor at the hottest club in town,
It's where
celebrities go to get down,
There is a
dancefloor at Tienman Square,
The red Chinese
throw their parties there,
There is a
dancefloor at the center of the Earth,
It's hot as
an oven and the floor is made of dirt,
The Devil's
the DJ and the bitches are his whores,
And I keep
having dreams about chickens,
Chickens!
Ask me "Why?”
and I'll tell you "Because”,
Ask me
again and I'll tell you "Because,
Because,
because, because…”
All the
anybody ever wanted was
All the
people want
Is another
song, about the Devil,
All the
people want
Is a
shit-hot beat and words you can't remember
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