Here Come the Warm Milk

Pop hits, like a nursery rhyme

They'll seep into your mind

You'll never leave behind

Pop hits, hear the master's voice

'Cause you don't have a choice

I'll pick out my Rolls Royce

Pop hits, a virus in your ear

The song you long to hear

Will never disappear

Pop hits, hear the machine

Of the futurist regime

Pop hits, music is a steal

And you think it's real

But it's no big deal

Pop hits, will float around your brain

You must hear it again

Or you will go insane

Pop hits, I'm in my underwear

And all you can do is stare

As if I really care

Pop hits, almost as good as sex

Until you hear the next

Pop hits, the beat goes on and on

As if it were a song

That you knew all along

Pop hits, they're plastic and they're fake

But still they make you ache

To be force-fed cake

Pop hits, it's lurid and it's sick

Because it's just a trick

Designed to make you sick

Pop hits, almost as good as sex

Until you hear the next

Pop hits