What is beautiful
Is what’s marketable
If you listen to the world
Oh then your soul gets filled
And your heart is told
That only what is sold
Has any kind of value
It’s what it all comes down to

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Plastic horses that spin in circles
And it’s keeping everyone so happy, happy now
Plastic horses that spin in circles
But it’s a merry-go-round, a merry-go-round
Yeah it’s a merry-go-round

The growing stain
Of the material
It’s the cellophane
Of the imperial
It measures all of us
By what we got
But I shall not want
O no I shall not, uh-uh

Chorus
Come on have a little fun
Get numb

Chorus