(if you can't understand the words in the intro you probaly need more help that a lyric sheet)
Just look close and you will see
Now it's all a novelty because
Simple bands call for simple plans
And there's no more originality
So process, process and reuse the same idea
Until the market thrives and then the trend will die
And lose all your mass appeal
Lights out. Brain dead
Another victim of pop culture
Small minds. Force fed
Another victim of pop culture shot dead
Some complain that rock is dead
But in the underground is where its kept
An army of clones who just copy others
They start to explain but then they stutter
Damn, that same old song. But don't worry, it won't take long
As the radio signal gets ready to send, over and over again
Lights out. Brain dead
Another victim of pop culture
Small minds. Force fed
Another victim of pop culture shot dead
Placing words in places
Packing dreams in cases
Sending all the vultures to relocate the stars
Gold and platinum played
Actually spray painted
Ever revolving never evolving plastic industry
I guess it's up to us to say
That it's impossbile
I know this happens every day
And there is no control. No control
Pop music is the enemy!
