The Father of Spin
Edward Bernays sleeps in his grave
Dreaming of new ways to fool you.
Edward Bernays sleeps in his grave
Toasting a class of champagne
HeÕs the man of the century
Engineered consent for democracies.
HeÕs in your mind, heÕs in your dreams
Hey mister media man
Give something in can understand
Make it simple, make it quick
Forming public relationships
The words the wield to confuse you
The news they use to abuse you
The souls they sold to mold you
The fear they feed to control you
Hey mister media man
Give something in can comprehend
Make it simple, make it slick
Most important keep repeating it.
Edward Bernays sleeps in his grave
but back in the day he used to say
Their minds are molded
Their tastes are formed
Largely by men theyÕve never
heard of before
Edward Bernays sleeps in his grave
but back in the day he used to say
Their minds are molded
Their tastes are formed
Largely by men theyÕve never
heard of before
Edward Bernays sleeps in his grave
Toasting a class of champagne
HeÕs the man of the century
Engineered consent for democracies.
HeÕs in your mind, heÕs in your dreams