Lookin' at young girls with your television eyes nFixated on nothing, telling despicable lies nWe pray on your obsession with candy nAnd you do what we want you to nSo play those drums nAnd bring order to the stars nTurn up your stereos and drive around in your cars nAnd don't think about coming back home until you've never gone anywherennAll the people want nIs another song, about the devil nAll the people want nIs a shit-hot beat and words you can't remembernnI do what I do and I know what I know nYou see me on TV and on your radio nI was a white MC from Detroit, I was a black DJ from Tokyo n'Cos turning people into product is easy nTurning idiots into stars is easier nThe robots and the cockroaches are gonna be the only survivorsnnAll the people want nIs another song, about the devil nAll the people want nIs a shit-hot beat and words you can't remembernnThere is a dancefloor at the hottest club in town nIt's where celebrities go to get down nThere is a dancefloor at Tienman Square nThe red Chinese throw their parties there nThere is a dancefloor at the center of the earth nIt's hot as an oven and the floor is made of dirt nThe devil's the DJ and the bitches are his whores nAnd I keep having dreams about chickens nChickens.nnAsk me why and I'll tell you because nAsk me again and I'll tell you because nBecause, because, because nAll the anybody ever wanted was...nnAll the people want nIs another song, about the devil nAll the people want nIs a shit-hot beat and words you can't remember