www.6emeia.com

Rain Drops fall on my head

Hi
Im your video dj
I always talk like Im wigged out on quaaludes
I wear a satin baseball jacket everywhere I go

My job is to help destroy
Whats left of your imagination
By feeding you endless doses
Of sugar-coated mindless garbage

So dont create
Be sedate
Be a vegetable at home
And thwack on that dial
If we have our way even you will believe
This is the future of rock and roll

How far will you go
How low will you stoop
To tranquilize our minds with your sugar-coated swill

Youve turned rock and roll rebellion
Into pat boone sedation
Making sure nothings left to the imagination

M.t.v. get off the
M.t.v. get off the
M.t.v. get off the air
Get off the air

See the latest rejects from the muppet show
Wag their tits and their dicks
As they lip-synch on screen
Theres something I dont like
About a band who always smiles
Another tax write-off
For some schmuck who doesnt care

M.t.v. get off the air
And so it was
Our beloved corporate gods
Claimed they created rock video
Allowing it to sink as low in one year
As commercial tv has in 25
Its the new frontier, they say
Its wide open, anything can happen
But youve got a lot of nerve
To call yourself a pioneer
When youre too god-damn conservative
To take real chances.

Tin-eared
Graph-paper brained accountants
Instead of music fans
Call all the shots at giant record companies now

The lowest common denominator rules
Forget honesty
Forget creativity
The dumbest buy the mostest
Thats the name of the game

But sales are slumping
And no one will say why
Could it be they put out one too many lousy records? !?

M.t.v.get off the air!
Now

http://www.6emeia.com

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