Paroles Never Start A Sentence With "My Old Rap Metal Band" de The Gods Hate Kansas

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let's sing an ode to commercial radio spin the dial, see what you get

a medium dead for 25 years, so why hasn't anyone noticed yet

50,000 watts of bull shit, 50,000 watts of greed

too obsessed with selling ads to give the public what it needs.

an independent voice is done, one more battle that money's won

the pirate stations keep shutting down, one more battle that money's won

corporate control and private funds, one more battle that money's won

8-6-5-4-3-2-1, once was good but now it's gone

media sex-worker media sex-worker, let's sing an ode to the media sex-worker

whose hype intoxication serves to make his writing such a bore

we want the stuff about local weirdos, art experiments, clowns and freaks

all you cover is green day, rancid, phish, oasis, flavor of the week.

the radio's our ears, there's nothing to hear

the tv's our eyes, there's nothing to see

the paper's our voice, there's nothing to say

blind deaf and dumb, we've wasted another day

you have the power, why don't you use it? tell us about something new

but the P.R. guy from polygram-seagram-nike has ideas for you

you don't give a fuck about the music, you just want to sell and sell

it might as well be kitchen sinks, you're in their pocket so well.

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