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

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 CD's
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 my 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 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
I'll 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 in being part of the music institution
Sure some time they say we're virtue signaling
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
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, don't touch me
I'll shut my mouth, don't touch me
I'll shut my mouth