[Sly / Eftichiou / DeFrancesco]

Stereotype money making machines

Butter wouldn't melt in their mouth

They got someone punching all the right numbers

Tattooed gimmicks, oh, hear how they scream

Seen on the pages of those corporate glossies

The bullshit that's churned out of the money making machine

They're programmed to be the next big thing

I'm telling you all, don't believe everything that you read

This talent don't mean a thing

Technology paving the way

Every dog has its day

All monkey see, monkey do

Run it up the flag pole now, see who salutes

The feeble message of their means

Portrayal of some adolescent pop star dream

A shooting star, hit and run

Fed it all with the silver spoon, all hail the chosen one

Corporate music, human feeling left out

Insulting my intelligence every time they open their mouth

This talent don't mean a thing

Technology paving the way

Every dog has its day

Body guard, credit card

Expense account, why am I missing out ?

Maybe I don't look quite as good, but they all say

Every dog will have its day

They all got the look, clean cut, designer label style

On the cover of every glossy magazine

They're programmed to be the next big thing

Think for yourself and don't believe everything that you read, no no no no no

No individuality

Talent lost along the way

Emotionally automated

Blind faith follows their way

Every dog has its day