Million Dead - 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.

Written by:
BENJAMIN RUSSELL ERRING DAWSON, CAMERON DAVID DEAN, JULIA RUZICKA, FRANCIS EDWARD TURNER

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