Luyện nghe bài hát Smash The Mac

Roll up, up, to the land of dreams.
We and spin 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 tinsel and Tinkerbell
the magic wand.
Sell buy buy.
You know the of the game.....

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

They sit on the
Real stand against
And say have the best intention,
a rip-off trick, it's always hip
To keep in with
And if an arms dealer is the boss,
The labels can run'em at a loss.
It's money spent to control the dross
What they don't break bent.... John.

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

The are fooled by the parasites who mindlessly entertain
And take pickings fom the bombed out crowds who've paid to bury their pain
While the in the pantomine don't give a toss
And sing about and fads and loss
Sliding 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 sitting on the fence.

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

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

We've seen best and we're not impressed,
So get priorities straight.
A hamper from Harrods and the gestures
gonna change the state.
While the people who care are to act,
The pantomine clowns keep the intact,
Shamming a commitment so obviously lack.
The love they is hate.... fakes.

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

But the fence, the fence, is by America.
Sit on the fence, by America.
They no pretence, it's owned by America.
Sitting on the fence, by America.

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

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

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

chicken, American grains.
Licking shittin, reigns.
Kiddies fit in trains.
Bombs in American.... planes.

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

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

owns, American wins.
Comes in packets tins.
Blind our eyes, fills our
It's been our 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 among your war machines looking for the light
Squaddies and filth sip pepsi-cola wait to fight...

The bricks of our
you cover in plastic
Will through your plate-glass windows.

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

Mickey fuck off.