Текст песни I.F.K. - Дорога к рабству

Put on your best stuff
Trademark outside.
If you potryasesh fist
They believe in a miracle.
patented missionary
World Church hotdog
For a week managed to draw
10 thousand freaks !
It is not the man
With soul to the machine
Steps into the new century
approximate Buyer
The script for multfilma -
The Standard Model ,
Son of a bitch , do not smile ,
Maybe - this is your last day ...
Give me a hand ,
I do not want
To grow old in this hell
With a bar code on his forehead.
No more words ,
Your community desires
Community became slaves
generates adrenaline
Silly teenager .
He is with the screen one by one,
Soaps are flowing into infinity.
Studios in every family -
Incubators for thugs
And tell the crowd about it
Curve ape , not Mayakovsky .
Doubled between walls,
As a quadriplegic , sterile mannequin
Approximate consumer .
Control through corporatism ,
But no one recognizes
That this is fascism :
The package convenient for them
Sell ​​you a lie,
To you forever silent.
Enjoy your salary,
Eat and drink of these hands .
Your soul eaten dollar
This fucking spider .
The era of disinformation should
Ever come to an end ,
And we'll come back ,
To spit on the ruins of an open society.
Give me a hand ,
I do not want to grow old with a chain around his neck and gagged.
No more dreams :
You fell asleep among the illusions ,
Now wake up among the tombs !
Pyramid grows and grows ,
Suppressing protest dissatisfied .
At the grave of freedom rust skate board ...
You stayed obedient child .
They bought you,
They killed you.