I sell the things you need to be
I’m the smiling face on your tv
I’m the Cult of Personality
I exploit you still you love me
I’m the Cult of Personality
I tell you one and one makes three
I’m the Cult of Personality
Like Joseph Stalin and Ghandi
I’m the Cult of Personality
Neon lights, a Nobel prize
The mirror speaks, his reflection lies
You don’t have to follow me
Only you can set me free
I am gross and perverted
I'm obsessed and deranged
I have existed for years
But very little had changed
I am the tool of the government
And industry too
For I am destined to rule
And regulate you
I may be vile and pernicious
But you can't look away
I make you think I'm delicious
With the stuff that I say
I am the best you can get
Have you guessed me yet?
I am the slime oozin out
From your tv set
You will obey me while I lead you
And eat the garbage that I feed you
Until the day that we don't need you
Don't go for help...no one will heed you
Your mind is totally controlled
It has been stuffed into my mold
And you will do as you are told
Until the rights to you are sold
That's right, folks..
Don't touch that dial
-F. Zappa-