and mad We are the radio whoa We are the radio Stop now! J-just look what you've done We've got a nation in fear Oh no the war has begun Thank God! We
run up Non-believers who didn't believe us That we was comin back out, y'all can eat this Diggidy-diggedy-dick in ya mouth Cause papa's got a brand new
right, then not, E. Watt said not I put my mug up, but fair is fair So C. Brown are we in the clear? Yeah C. Brown are we in the clear? Yeah Makin' moves
are not performing fellatio for radio rotation What's the ratio for radio play at your station? If your not paying to play, the record is dead Puts a whole new
the hookers from 70's look like our daughters? And why the radio station they help with the slaughter? No, one, really, cares, about The votes That's right The politics
some new idears for my peers to wallow in But what I brought to the table is hard to swallow in You don't have a mind of your own and are only followin
We're the Beta Band and we're nice and clean We're always polite and hardly ever mean Times have changed, we used to be smelly We lived in a squat 'til
beneath borrowed tans? Are we really so dumb, so cowered into submission That not only are we prepared to eat shit We're also prepared to say thanks
synthesizers, he learns to speak. Billy makes contact with Jim a DJ at Radio KAOS, a renegade rock station fighting a lone rear guard action against format radio. Billy and Jim become radio
just fuck everybody up while I'm at it First, It's We The Best, then it's We Depressed After this shit flop there like damn We Stressed We a mess he's
fuckin me and Paul and we wanna...ya know can we do the track?" "how much ??? ???" and I was like "we can arrange things but can we do the track we need
place The people are so friendly And they always have a pleasant face The women all are pretty with a wink in their eye The cowboys at the bar are all so polite
the dawn as all the stars die Yeah you're like a hit you are tailored just to fit the changing season Baby what is this we are two star crossed
are accelerating as we fall out of touch with nature and ancient myth We?re desperately in need of a brand new dream I love pop music, this is how we
And those who win are held like puppets, outranked by banks Founded on cosmic lore, so be our perceptions insecure So sure of what we see and what we endure We
this, like this, like thi-thi-this, y'all We kick finance, action and scores of sports Politics, new fashion and war reports Entertainment, when we
, OK, you better listen to me good, 'cause this is the ABCs of Anarchism A B C OK We'll be singin' when we're singing We'll be singin' Where have the
he hears on the radio Politics and money don't bother him Only good lookin' women and a bottle of gin Portland, Oregon, to the Mexican line Boy, let me tell you the women are
