Never Start A Sentence With "My Old Rap Metal Band" Songtext

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.