B. B. King - You Won't Listen lyrics

Take a bow, pack on powder,

Wash 'em out with buzzing lights,

Pay an audience to care,

'Impress me' personality

Still and transfixed

The electric sheep are dreaming of your face

Enjoyment from the chemical

Comforts of America

Come one, come all

Into 1984

Yeah, three, two, one

Lights! Camera! Transaction!

Quick, your time is almost up

Make 'em forget that they're the moth

Edging in, towards the flame,

Burn into obscurity

Still and transfix me

The electric sheep are dreaming up your fate

And judge you from the card castle

comfort of America

Come one, come all

Into 1984

Yeah, three, two, one

Lights, camera...yeah

Come one, come all

Into 1984

Yeah, three, two one

Lights! Camera! Transaction!

Lights! Camera! Transaction!

Come one, come all

Into 1984

Yeah, three, two, one

Lights! Camera! Transaction!

The foundation is canyoning

Fault lines should be worn with pride

I hate to say but,

You're so much more

You're so much more

Endearing with the sound turned off.