Turn off the TV
And kill the messenger
Let's hang the DJ
He lies in stereo
Vote in our leader
King of the media
He'll be our brand new savior
From the attack of mirrors
Show us what we want
Don't show us what we are
Turn off this song
And run
On the first day
We burned our books
I guess the authors
Were always the real crooks, huh?
Not too big to fail
Big business corporations
CEO's who make a million livings working part time
The one's who break a sweat
We give em half a cent
But they'll tell you fair is fair
Turn off this song before it takes your soul
Can't trust no radio
Cause they got something to sell you
And don't pick up the telephone
Cause you never know who's calling you, do you?
I smell a rat
Dogs all attack
Get out your gavels, with pitchforks in hand
Turn off this song now and run
Before it's too late
Quiet down
Now, listen
Turn off the computer
You got a life to live
You'll end up a loser
Without any wife or kids
Could you imagine
Being all alone?
Choosing a different path than all your friends and leaving home?
They'll never sing again
But they can pay the rent
So save your breath and spend
Pick your poison
A loaded handgun
Or death by 1000 cuts
Look at yourself in the mirror
Is this really what you want?
Wish I could die every morning
Fantasize about it nightly
Medicate myself highly and daily, yeah
If we were placing bets
I'd play Russian roulette
With a loaded gun
Turn off this song before it takes your soul and runs
No, you can't trust no radio
No way
Cause they got something to sell you
Mmhm
And don't pick up the telephone
Cause you never know who's calling you, do you?
Stay on your path
Follow the cash
Keep your eyes closed with your foot on the gas
Turn up this song now and run
Because it's too late
Turn off this song before it takes your soul
