Oh, say can you see in the blinkless electron-gun eye of the mainstream media mirage that what we hail are the hallucinations of authority and progress and righteousness whose sweet and stern voices have captivated and conditioned millions of human creatures, stimulating in them a passive acceptance of technological disruption and destruction of environment, of history, of possibility of alternative ways of being? Whose seven stripes are broken swastikas, whose fifty stars are black holes sucking 200 million atomized existences into the daily routine of the human herd, of hamsters rolling the great wheels of death machine, squeaking at the shocks and nibbling the cheese and reciting and discussing and delighting in their shared programming history, in their stupid lives, in their cancers, their deaths, their TV shows, their jobs, their ignorance, their endless, pointless, forward creeping, their glorious, blithe nose-dive into their pay-check's pleasures, into an ecstatic emptiness: a glowing incinerator: a parking-lot full of business-men conspiring and colluding on the big lie, the big dream, the big nauseating screaming sweating nightmare of Business America/ Consumer America/ Corporate America/ Media America/ FASCIST AMERICA....

From the ZNet creative website.

I get up in the evening, and I record a new LP
I come home in the morning, I go to bed & everyone loves me
I ain't nothin' but tired, man I'm just tired & bored with myself
But I'm a working class hero, and It's supposed to be something that I sell
You can't move the product, you can't move the product without a face
This gun's for hire, even if if we're just dancin' in the dark

Messages keep gettin' clearer, is a cure for my despair
I check my look in the mirror, mabye I just need new clothes to wear
Man I ain't goin' nowhere, I'm just tryin' to fit into a fantasy
There's something happenin' somewhere, but it's not on Mtv
Can't be the boss, you can't be a boss without a bureacrocy
That gun's for hire, and it's always pointing at me.

You sit around getting older, listening to Bruce's new LP
Big guitar-ification of our own passivity

'Cause on the streets of this town everybody's giving up the fight
You're hungry for entertainment, so let's play the new Springsteen album tonight
I'm dying for a distraction, I'm sick of sittin' around here with my own mind
I need a rock and roll hero to put my nervous system back in line
You can't be a rock star, you can't be a star without a hit
There's something happenin' somewhere, Bruce Springsteen isn't it.
You can't start a fire, when your hero says there's nothin' to burn
This gun's for hire, even if if we're just dancin' in the dark

Ebony & Ivory live together in perfect harmony
Side by side on my piano keyboard, oh lord, why don't we?

We all know that people are controlled wherever you go
There is media when everyone, and Paul & Steve, they think that we'll be saved
When blacks & whites are equal slaves

Businessmen who are phoney & hyped get together to make a hit overnight
Side by side in their greed, stars in the media conspiracy

We all know that people are brainwashed wherever you go
There is media in everyone, manufactured by experienced prostitutes
Peddling smug hippie platitudes

Stevie & McCartney fit together in perfect whore-money
Side by side in the dark they climb the charts. Why can't we?
Side by side in their greed, stars in the media conspiracy.

I'm just an average man, but I've got a dream
I work from 9 to 5, but only temporarily
All I want is to be left alone, but I'm never lonely
I don't need anyone but Michael & me.

Michael Jackson, Michael Jackson
I wanna be like Michael Jackson

When I come home at night, I lock the door real tight
I play Michael's albums again and again
Dancing in the mirror, I look a lot like him
I'm not really sure I'm afraid to be myself
'Cause I open up my eyes and realise I don't exist
People say I'm OK, thank you very much
But myself always reminds me of something too much, that's why

I wanna be like Michael Jackson
I wanna be like Michael Jackson; tell me is it just a dream?

I wanna be like you. I wanna be like you.
Michael, Michael, Michael, Michael, Michael, Michael

Michael appears amidst smoke and fire
A luminous figure, he comes to me with his beautiful smile
With his glittering glove he removes the mysterious shades
And he's gazing at me with the eyes of a god.
Michael Jackson! Michael Jackson!
I wanna be like Michael Jackson!

(New York, New York,) is a great garbage pile of western civilization.
Where else is the fact that people live like cockaroaches cause for celebration.
(when they play there music) ooh that modern music, they want to make a million bucks
cus everybody is crawling to the top of the heap, and no one really gives a fuck.

They say the heart of rock and roll is the profit.
It's the product and everyone bought it.
you gotta go craw to the market,
but the heart of rock'n'roll, heart of rock'n'roll is the profit.

L.A., Hollywood where they manufacture dreams, cus that's still beautiful.
Hallucinations of pleasure and control that lead us from wall to wall.
(When they play their music) that hard rocking music, they pack it with a lot of lies
so it makes an entertaining feel good illusion that every slave wants to buy.

They say the heart of rock and roll is the profit.
It's the product and everyone bought it.
We all love to get nostalgic,
but the heart of rock'n'roll, heart of rock'n'roll is the profit, yeah.

(Commercial)
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Heuy Lewis, Culture Club, Billy Joel, Loverboy, Pat Benetar
Michael Jackson, Eurythmics, Billy Idol, Men At Work, Cindi Lauper.
Everywhere there's music, main stream music, mass media controled
but they like to make it sound like it comes from the people, so they always call it "rock 'n roll."

They say the heart of rock and roll is the profit.
It's the product and everyone bought it.
Whatever it had has passed it,
but the heart of rock'n'roll, heart of rock'n'roll is the profit,

In Pearland. Clear Lake City!

(thanks to Peter A Lopez for transcribing!!!)

There comes a time when we heed a certain call (Lionel Richie)
Culturcide : There comes a time when rock stars beg for cash
When the world must come together as one (Lionel Richie & Stevie Wonder)
Culturcide : and that's how the worlds suppost to come together as one
There are people dying (Stevie Wonder)
Culturcide : There are people dying
Oh, and it's time to lend a hand to life (Paul Simon)
Culturcide : whooaah and they just noticed
The greatest gift of all (Paul Simon/Kenny Rogers)
Culturcide : and they think they're the greatest gift of all

We can't go on pretending day by day (Kenny Rogers)
Culturcide : We can't go on, pretending day by day
That someone, somehow will soon make a change (James Ingram)
Culturcide : that record companies and media gods will soon make a change
We're all a part of God's great big family (Tina Turner)
Culturcide : We all play a part
And the truth (Billy Joel)
Culturcide : in a world which starves us all
You know love is all we need (Tina Turner/Billy Joel)
Culturcide : and our cooperation is all they need

( CHORUS )
We are the world, we are the children
Culturcide : They're not the world, they're not the children
We are the ones who make a brighter day so let's start giving (Michael Jackson)
Culturcide : they're just bosses and burocrats and rock'n'roll has-beens
There's a choice we're making we're saving our own lives (Diana Ross)
Culturcide : There's a choice we're never given to run our own lives
It's true we'll make a better day just you and me (Michael Jackson/Diana Ross)
Culturcide : without it your better day is just a better lie

Well, send'em you your heart so they know that someone cares (Dionne Warwick)
Culturcide : Well buy the record, so they can pretend they care
And their lives will be stronger and free (Dionne Warwick/Willie Nelson)
Culturcide : and their careers will be stronger and guilt free
As God has shown us by turning stone to bread (Willie Nelson)
Culturcide : well as Michael and Lionel has shown us, the world is just TV
And so we all must lend a helping hand (Al Jurreau)
Culturcide : if children are starving let'um drink Pepsi

( REPEAT CHORUS )
We are the world, we are the children (Bruce Springsteen)
Culturcide : They're not the world, They're not the children
We are the ones who make a brighter day so let's start giving (Kenny Logins)
Culturcide : if you want to change anything start from the beginning
There's a choice we're making we're saving our own lives (Steve Perry)
Culturcide : There's choices we're never given to run our own lives
It's true we'll make a better day just you and me (Daryl Hall)
Culturcide : without it your better day is just a better lie

When you're down and out there seems no hope at all (Michael Jackson)
Culturcide : when your rich and famous there seems no contradiction at all
But if you just believe there's no way we can fall (Huey Lewis)
Culturcide : If you can just have a number one hit we'll solve it all
Well, well, well, let's realize that a change can only come (Cyndi Lauper)
Culturcide : Wow, wow, wow let us realize that change can never come
When we (Kim Carnes) stand together as one (Kim Carnes/Cyndi Lauper/Huey Lewis)
Culturcide : if CBS decides what's the problem

( CHORUS - REPEAT AND FADE )
We are the world, we are the children
Culturcide : They're not the world, they're not the children
We are the ones who make a brighter day so let's start giving (All)
Culturcide : their just bosses and burocrats and rock'n'roll has-beens
There's a choice we're making we're saving our own lives (All)
Culturcide : There's a choice we're never given to run our own lives
It's true we'll make a better day just you and me (All)
Culturcide : without it your better day is just a better lie (Come on baby, let me hear you)

(additional ad-lib vox by Bob Dylan, Ray Charles, Stevie Wonder, Bruce Springsteen, James Ingram)
(additional additional ad-lib vox by Culturcide)

(thanks to Peter A Lopez for transcribing!!!)