alright, alright, call this meeting to order/   all eyes on the video recorder/   oh, for the love of christ, who has the remote?/   never mind, watch and listen, then we’ll exchange notes/   well, this swing isn’t sexy enough/   let’s face it, these numbers suck/   we sell them handsome pawns to live like kings/   the barcode talks/   the red line sings, “alright!”/   we’re constructing icons for the suckers tonight/   we’re not trying to make art, we’re making a living/   working with a new factory rhythm/   dance, you robots, dance/   play, you robots, play/   and we’ll fill in the rest/   na-na-na-na, la-la-la-la, hey, hey/   well, this swing isn’t sexy enough/   let’s face it, these numbers suck/   we need lean bodies with stunning features if we’re ever going to raise this creature/   if the body’s choice we obscure the voice/   inoffensive text, we feed the eyeballs sex/   dance, you robots, dance/   your hero has no control/   auditioned to play the role/   we write the script and you adopt it and every single day of your life is a holiday now