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.

Even today heÕs on the screen

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.

Even today heÕs on the screen

HeÕs in your mind, heÕs in your dreams