E.m. Why — текст песни (Ex)

finally there`s sales-resistance
record-business stagnates
the companies call it a crisis
they must be out of their minds
still too much shit surrounds me
this popmusic dirties my ears
i wait for the beloved moment
that this music disappears
record-companies investigate
new waves to cram down your throat
the next saturday nightmare fever
another consumption-craze
new horizons in retailing
make all noises sound the same
there`s even muzak for silent movies
it`s just all part of their game
so they let you into their studios
recording your songs on their terms
and they will take care of your business
it means they`re after your share
flirting with skill to convince you
change the words and sound around a bit
do them a favor do behave you
they promise you`ll get a hit
but what if there ain`t enough profits
on the products you make that sell
don`t worry yet
they`ll recycle your songs when you`re dead
the gang of four smiles
they think the e.m.i.`s their friend
e.m.i. smiles
he`s glad the gang of four is fooled
now he can exploit them
look how happy they are