| Song | Fleshdunce |
| Artist | Dead Kennedys |
| Album | Bedtime for Democracy |
| 作词 : Biafra, Dead Kennedys | |
| We're world industry's thoughtlords | |
| The entertainment wing | |
| We keep you all in line | |
| By fixing your free will | |
| Surround you with pop fantasies | |
| Just slightly out of reach | |
| To soften all the blows | |
| Of your forced daily routine | |
| We strip-mine your underground culture | |
| Take a bite out and rinse it clean | |
| Give ourselves credit for creating it | |
| Then sell it back to you at twice the price | |
| Hey, our pool of talent vampires | |
| Has blown into your town | |
| To dazzle, sign and milk you | |
| All strictly on our own terms | |
| You think you've got a lot to say | |
| We'll change that real soon | |
| You're not a person anymore | |
| We've made you a cartoon | |
| By the time we're through remolding you | |
| You won't even recognize your face | |
| There's no end to the eager beavers | |
| Drawn like moths to our | |
| Babylon's mirage | |
| Conveyor belt of fleshdunce | |
| They all want to do the fleshdance | |
| Conveyor belt of fleshdunce | |
| Who all want to do the fleshdance | |
| Conveyor belt of fleshdunce | |
| They all want to do the fleshdance | |
| Conveyor belt of fleshdunce | |
| Who all want to do the fleshdance |
| zuò cí : Biafra, Dead Kennedys | |
| We' re world industry' s thoughtlords | |
| The entertainment wing | |
| We keep you all in line | |
| By fixing your free will | |
| Surround you with pop fantasies | |
| Just slightly out of reach | |
| To soften all the blows | |
| Of your forced daily routine | |
| We stripmine your underground culture | |
| Take a bite out and rinse it clean | |
| Give ourselves credit for creating it | |
| Then sell it back to you at twice the price | |
| Hey, our pool of talent vampires | |
| Has blown into your town | |
| To dazzle, sign and milk you | |
| All strictly on our own terms | |
| You think you' ve got a lot to say | |
| We' ll change that real soon | |
| You' re not a person anymore | |
| We' ve made you a cartoon | |
| By the time we' re through remolding you | |
| You won' t even recognize your face | |
| There' s no end to the eager beavers | |
| Drawn like moths to our | |
| Babylon' s mirage | |
| Conveyor belt of fleshdunce | |
| They all want to do the fleshdance | |
| Conveyor belt of fleshdunce | |
| Who all want to do the fleshdance | |
| Conveyor belt of fleshdunce | |
| They all want to do the fleshdance | |
| Conveyor belt of fleshdunce | |
| Who all want to do the fleshdance |