Length: 3:10

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Lookie 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 all their parties there
There is a dancefloor at the center of the earth
It’s hot as an oven and the floor’s 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 remember