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 really do not need      They can fix you rabbits up   With your musical feed   They can fix you rabbits up   Big money selling you stuff that you really 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