Do What You’re Told Songtext
von The Wanton Bishops

I need you to fight the war
Amuse me when I′m sore
I'll feed you till you can′t no more
Because I need you to fill the hole

Low and behold, dream of gold
I'll be warm and you'll be cold
You will fit the mold
This is how the dice have rolled

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Do what you′re told
Do what you′re told
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I'll trust that you′ll repress yourself
And never will express yourself
Live your life on a screen
And put your dreams on a shelf

It must be true if it's on the news
Snooze or lose you gotta buy these shoes
Surrender to the modern blues
And climax to synthetic boobs

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Do what you're told
Do what you′re told
Do what you′re told
Ah do do do do do do do do do do
Do what you're told
Do what you′re told
Do what you're told
Ah do do do do do do do do do do
Do what you′re told
Do what you're told
Do what you′re told
Ah do do do do do do do do do do
Do what you're told
Do what you're told
Do what you′re told
Ah do do do do do do do do do do
Do what you′re told
Do what you're told
Do what you′re told
Ah do do do do do do do do do do
Do what you're told
Do what you′re told
Do what you're told