Jesus H. Christ sang a song about love
But nobody buys is.
The law's laid down at the borrom line,
And nobody defies it.
It's a heavy rotation,
That tell's you what you need.
Stay tuned to this stagnation,
Satisfaction guaranteed by

Video and radio - They sold it to you.
Cashbox, jukebox, brain control.
Every song is perfect,
And every face is perfect, oh yeah.

Plastic heavy metal, artificial soul.
Sanitized and glamourized
Synthetic lies are bought and sold.
Independent underdog fights to survive,
It's so much cooler underground,
Classified and buried alive by

Video and radio - They sold it to you.
Cashbox, jukebox, brain control.
Every song is perfect,
And every face is perfect
Impersonal and perfect

Jesus H. Christ take a look at us,
The sum of all we've seen
Cold consumer zombies,
With empty eyes and MTV.

Perfect...

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