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

Anticapitalism is a marketing technique

Who cares about praxis when you’ve got the access

To some fans who all agree and still buy CDs

And want to hear songs where you shout all their beliefs

Soon I’ll be at Glastonbury and on the BBC

Do you hear that thunder?

It’s the sound of me speaking over another

It’s the sound of pats 'til by back’s red raw

As I conquer enemies 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 yous to amazon

Call ourselves feminists on stages with no women on

And when we’re pressured to bring them along, you’d better bet there’ll be a

huge wage gap

I’ll shut them out, don’t touch me

I’ll shut them out, don’t touch me

I’ll shut them out, don’t touch me

I’ll shut them out

Set up myself in movements when they seem usable

I’ll write songs and they’ll all scream «black is beautiful»

Just as a white man, I feel it’s my duty

I find it narrow, you find it funny, to reaffirm their beauty

Our press-releases like to say «it's a revolution»

While we revel in being part of the music institution

Sure some time they say we’re virtue signaling

I don’t give a fuck, my wallet is thickening

I’ll shut them out, don’t touch me

I’ll shut them out, don’t touch me

I’ll shut them out, don’t touch me

I’ll shut them out, don’t touch me

I’ll shut them out, don’t touch me

I’ll shut them out, don’t touch me

I’ll shut them out, don’t touch me

I’ll shut them out, don’t touch me

I’ll shut them out