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