Funk Pop a Roll

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