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 f****** is: social morphine we'd have ourselves a pre-school army!!!
Walt disney is pushing social and s**ual hierarchy, my bed-time stories like a gmtv gomulka.
Slumbering in my jimmy-jammies, my wondrous imagination long since closed and put away.
w**** 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 mcdonald's visit a vaccination, like the time my parents took me to the school / clinic, and handed me over to the teacher / nurse / whatever.
Hold out the arm and quiet the voice!!!
I too got sucked in by the myth machine.
Unattainable, but i just wish we weren't so f****** 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.
Cause The monsters underneath the bed are merely jaded failings.
Then we would see mr cadbury's enlightened industrialism for what it really f****** is: social morphine we'd have ourselves a pre-school army!!!
Walt disney is pushing social and s**ual hierarchy, my bed-time stories like a gmtv gomulka.
Slumbering in my jimmy-jammies, my wondrous imagination long since closed and put away.
w**** 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 mcdonald's visit a vaccination, like the time my parents took me to the school / clinic, and handed me over to the teacher / nurse / whatever.
Hold out the arm and quiet the voice!!!
I too got sucked in by the myth machine.
Unattainable, but i just wish we weren't so f****** 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.
Cause The monsters underneath the bed are merely jaded failings.