Bacalao

Another trend that’s been around for ages
They want to shock us with what we already know
Rhythm to dance, party on the floor
Everyone in line, don’t forget your pills
In this first world, the youth have no future
Better to get high than to be organized
You feel so free and they’re laughing at you
'Cause besides being slaves, they’ve got you brainwashed

"Rave", "trance", "dance", get hypnotized
The round horse can help you out
Get into the vibe, free your body now
The dance of the fools will elevate you
How fun it is to graze on the farm
Come and devour the white feed with hunger
Jump, jump, filly. Kick, kick, donkey
Until you break your mortgaged body

Later to hydrate, you’ll have the "chill-out"
Chug drinks that are smarter than you
Trip out lying on the ground like a rag
And you’ll come back strong and ready to keep dying
Now the party has its gurus
Enslaved by the same thing as you
Dance, dance,... they impose it on you
Soma, soma,... they’ll give it to you

In the afternoon, chaos in the streets
At night, cosmic party in the squat
Dissolve your body, dissolve your mind
When they come for you, they’ll know where you are
The new tribe hits harder
But the power controlling it is even stronger
Though you know who they are, you don’t care
'Cause the "party" must go on.