Fun Fun Fun in the fluffy chair
Flame up the herb
Wolf down the beer
-(click!)-
Hi!
I'm your video DJ
I always talk like I'm wigged out on Quaaludes
I wear a stained baseball jacket everywhere I go
My job is to help destroy
What's left of your imagination
By feeding you endless doses
Of sugar coated mindless garbage
So don't 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
(MTV GET OFF THE AIR!)
How far will you go
How long will you stoop
To tranquilize our minds with your sugar coated will
You've turned rock and roll rebellion
Into Pat Boone Sedation
Making sure nothing's left of the imagination
Chorus:
MTV Get off the
MTV Get off the
MTV 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
There's something I don't like
About a band that always smiles
Another tax write-off
For some schmuck who doesn't care
(chorus)
And so it was
Our beloved corperate gods
Claimed they created rock video
Allowing it to sink as low in one year
As commercial TV has in 25
"It's the new frontier," they say
It's wide open, anything can happen
But you've got a lot of nerve
To call yourself a pioneer when you're too god-damned 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
That's the name of the game
But sales are slumping
And no one will say why
Could if be they put out
One too many lousy records?!?