Passing through the airwaves it's same old fucking song This broken record DJ has been in our pockets all along As your plastic face is changing All your voices stay the same Prey on me, and the rest of us will sing
Goodbye to this shameful lullaby The DJ on the radio has bled our eardrums dry So we sing to all of those who got it right Sing me one last song so I can sleep at night
Buried in the basement is a sound you have not found Lost behind the curtain, not buried underground An ocean full of mystery that you could not believe If only for a moment all of these trends became extinct
I turned the record over just to see what I could find But the record has been broken so I think its about that time we, Change the recipe with some creativity over oceans over seas Makin a sound that only we can know and love cuz its in our hearts Not produced just for the billboard charts Cuz that’s not even art to me The same old song in the same old key There's endless possibilities, placed in front of thee So change the fucking song throw it back till they’re all gone