Funk Pop A Roll - XTC

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 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