There was a song we used to sing
that we'll never sing again
old tired bones depend-
on their easy answers and tired trends
cheers to you my dead air friend
the frequencies are bleeding it
the frequencies are feeding it
the frequencies are breeding it
she's a tired lover, he's a dead air friend
turn the dial or pull the pen
this is not a test (this is not a test)
no this is not a test- it's an s.o.s.
it's an s.o.s.o.s.o.s.o.s
the sound waves have been equalized
neatly compressed, soothing for all
counter culture has been commodified
its bottom lines, nickels and dimes
come on out and join the sing-a-long
the audio shopping mall
prize-sterilized-monotone