E.m. Why

<br>finally there`s sales-resistance<br>record-business stagnates<br>the companies call it a crisis<br>they must be out of their minds<br>still too much shit surrounds me<br>this popmusic dirties my ears<br>i wait for the beloved moment<br>that this music disappears<br>record-companies investigate<br>new waves to cram down your throat<br>the next saturday nightmare fever<br>another consumption-craze<br>new horizons in retailing<br>make all noises sound the same<br>there`s even muzak for silent movies<br>it`s just all part of their game<br>so they let you into their studios<br>recording your songs on their terms<br>and they will take care of your business<br>it means they`re after your share<br>flirting with skill to convince you<br>change the words and sound around a bit<br>do them a favor do behave you<br>they promise you`ll get a hit<br>but what if there ain`t enough profits<br>on the products you make that sell<br>don`t worry yet<br>they`ll recycle your songs when you`re dead<br>the gang of four smiles<br>they think the e.m.i.`s their friend<br>e.m.i. smiles<br>he`s glad the gang of four is fooled<br>now he can exploit them<br>look how happy they are