Holy mother come and rip my heart out I deserve it I've been so fucked from the start Sentimental, getting red in the eyes And I bitch about it every night
But I won't stop bleeding till my blood runs out of the radio I do it for nothing I won't sell spins I just need some suffer in stereo I'm sick of what I'm hearing
Anybody with anything to say Has a protocol stuck in their way So we censor ourselves till we're sick in the heads We live in radio hell while believing it's heaven
But I won't stop bleeding till my blood runs out of the radio I do it for nothing I won't sell spins I just need some suffer in stereo I'm sick of what I'm hearing
But I won't stop bleeding till my blood runs out of the radio I do it for nothing I won't sell spins I just need some suffer in stereo I'm sick of what I'm hearing