Tekst:



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

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