Michael Franti

Listener Supported
Six foot six above sea levelI grab the mic because I take you toAnother mental levelLow power frequency radio modulationThe big sound from the underground another pirate radio stationWe bring the truth to places truth is never heard beforeWe bring the sound communication of our tribal warDark vision fly by helicopters in the nightAttempt triangulation of our station in the fightStraight from the bass the deep down low precisionHigh crime treason we broadcastin' sedissionLike the wall street mornin' afternoon editionCommandeering airwaves from unknown positions[Chorus]Live and direct we comin' never pre-recordedWith information that will never be reportedDisregard the mainstream media distortedWhoop! whoop!We comin' listener supportedDon't take no prisoners if can't afford to feed noneDon't start no fights if you can't predict the outcomeDon't make donations where you cannot get your dough backSongtexteFuck the apathetic bullshittas send em' all your prozacI will not climb into your telephone treeAnd "hell no you can't put me on hold!"It's the same recorded message you'd been singin' all alongKeep handin' us the bible while you walkin' off with all the goldThe bureaucratic office sends you merry-go-roundingWhile the KKK police the streets by blood houndingInterest on the credit card just keeps on compoundingBut the FCC can neva shut this pirate sound down[Chorus] Aus Songtexte Mania