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 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