Luyện nghe bài hát Smash The Mac

Roll up, up, to the land of dreams.
We weave and a web of fantasy.
We on the pain and fear.....
whisk you back to the consumer world.
Touch the surfaces the veneer,
While of the world starves.
do you care?
The glitter continuing to
The showers and Tinkerbell
the magic wand.
Sell buy buy.
You the name of the game.....

All right Jack on the fence,
All Jack sitting on the fence,
All right Jack on the fence,
All right sitting on the fence.

sit on the fence;
Real people against
And say have the best intention,
Just a trick, it's always hip
To in with dissention
And if an arms is the record boss,
The labels can run'em at a loss.
It's money well to control the dross
What don't break gets bent.... John.

All Jill sitting on the fence.
All right sitting on the fence.
All right sitting on the fence.
All right Jill on the fence.

The people are fooled by the parasites who mindlessly
And rich pickings fom the bombed out crowds who've paid to bury their pain
While the clowns in the pantomine don't a toss
And about fucks and fads and loss
around in a genital froth,
Our slips down the drain.

That's really wonderful.
off the wall.
That's really marvellous.
on the fence.
Really terrific out to lunch.
That really is a buzz on the fence.

Preening and posing in a of pretence,
In a mockery of caring,
you can't see a turd in a barrel of shit
If that's their of sharing.
Yeah is in so dump an old track
Buy a cred with the Greenham pack,
The biz is to kill or catch,
As the people they're cheering.

All right Jack. All Jill.
The pen is and looks can kill.
All right Jack. All Jill.
In one hand a in the other a bill.

We've seen their and we're not impressed,
So get priorities straight.
A from Harrods and the patronising gestures
Ain't change the state.
the people who care are prepared to act,
The pantomine clowns the system intact,
a commitment they so obviously lack.
The love they is hate.... fakes.

All right shit on the fence.
All right Jill on the fence.
All Jack shit on the fence.
All right Jack you on the fence.

But the fence, the fence, is by America.
Sit on the fence, by America.
They make no pretence, owned by America.
Sitting on the fence, by America.

On their side American troopers and
On our side the and consumer cons
We've been occupied, culture smashed and
But the is untouched... look out...

Smach the Mac, the Mac,
Smach the Mac, the Big Mac.
Smach the Mac, the Mac,
Smach the Mac, the Big Mac.

Bronco burgers, out brains,
Sterile fat, rain,
Chemical colours, creams,
Cut your teeth on American....

Stickin chicken, grains.
shittin, American reigns.
Kiddies fit in trains.
tick in American.... planes.

Smach the Mac. You're on back.
the Mac till it won't came back.
Smach the Mac. You're on back.
Smach the Mac so it won't back.

American tourist, free,
Two week in our misery.
A museum but a stinking home.
The natives on the rotten.... backbone.

America owns, wins.
in packets bottles tins.
Blind our eyes, fills our
been our soul for twenty.... years.

Smach the Mac. tack.
the Mac, smach the big Mac.
Smach the Mac, it crack.
the Mac, smach the big Mac.

We stand among your war machines for the light
grunts and filth sip pepsi-cola wait to fight...

The of our world
That you in plastic
sail through your plate-glass windows.

E.T. go home...
E.T. go home...

Mickey Mouse off.