Lookin' at young girls with your television eyes    Fixated on nothing, telling despicable lies    We pray on your obsession with candy    And you do what we want you to    So play those drums    And bring order to the stars    Turn up your stereos and drive around in your cars    And don't think about coming back home until you've never gone anywhere      All the people want    Is another song, about the devil    All the people want    Is a shit-hot beat and words you can't remember      I do what I do and I know what I know    You see me on TV and on your radio    I was a white MC from Detroit, I was a black DJ from Tokyo    'Cos turning people into product is easy    Turning idiots into stars is easier    The robots and the cockroaches are gonna be the only survivors      All the people want    Is another song, about the devil    All the people want    Is a shit-hot beat and words you can't remember      There is a dancefloor at the hottest club in town    It's where celebrities go to get down    There is a dancefloor at Tienman Square    The red Chinese throw their parties there    There is a dancefloor at the center of the earth    It's hot as an oven and the floor is made of dirt    The devil's the DJ and the bitches are his whores    And I keep having dreams about chickens    Chickens.      Ask me why and I'll tell you because    Ask me again and I'll tell you because    Because, because, because    All the anybody ever wanted was...      All the people want    Is another song, about the devil    All the people want    Is a shit-hot beat and words you can't remember