Lyrics Commodified Dissent as an Act of Resistance (Or the Many Disappointments of the Fictional Band of Hypocrites Known as Ultra Bono) - Crywank

Deep down, my true desire
Is to make myself an icon by preaching to the choir
Activism purely in double speak
Anti-capitalism as a marketing technique
Who cares about praxis when you've got the access
To a crowd who all agree and still buy CDs
And want to hear songs where someone shouts all their beliefs?
Soon, I'll be at Glastonbury and play on the BBC

Do you hear that thunder?
It's the sound of me speaking over another
It's the sound of pats 'til my backs red raw
As I conquer enemies of made of straw
We sing about inclusivity and toxic masculinity
Whilst me and my boys get down to our underpants
And push each other to dance

We'll be a socialist band who tweet "Thank you"s to Amazon
Call ourselves feminists on stages with no women on
And when we are pressured to bring them along
You'll better bet they'll be a huge wage gap

I'll shut my mouth, don't touch me
I'll shut my mouth, don't touch me
I'll shut my mouth, don't touch me
I'll shut my mouth

Center myself in movements when they seem usable
Write songs where we all scream, "Black is beautiful"
'Cause, as a white man, I feel it's my duty
I figure they're all waiting for me to reaffirm their beauty
Our press releases like to say it's a revolution
Whilst we revel being part of the music institution
Sure, sometimes they say we're virtue signalling
I don't give a fuck, my wallet's thickening!

I'll shut my mouth, don't touch me
I'll shut my mouth, don't touch me
I'll shut my mouth, (don't touch me) don't touch me
I'll shut my mouth, (don't touch me) don't touch me
I'll shut my mouth, (don't touch me) don't touch me
I'll shut my mouth, (don't touch me) don't touch me
I'll shut my mouth, (don't touch me) don't touch me
I'll shut my mouth, (don't touch me) don't touch me
I'll shut my mouth!