Three songs - Week 1

Fun Fun Fun in the fluffy chair
Flame up the herb
Woof down the beer
[click!]
Hi
I'm your video DJ
I always talk like I'm wigged out on quaaludes
I wear a satin 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

How far will you go
How low will you stoop
To tranquilize our minds with your sugar-coated swill

You've turned rock and roll rebellion
Into Pat Boone sedation
Making sure nothing's left to the imagination

M.T.V. Get off the
M.T.V. Get off the
M.T.V. 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 who always smiles
Another tax write-off
For some schmuck who doesn't care

M.T.V. Get off the air
And so it was
Our beloved corporate 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-damn 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 it be they put out one too many lousy records?!?

M.T.V.-Get off the air!
NOW

Millions lay dead
Resistance is futile
Armies are crushed
Bodies thrown in piles
Rich white man's dream
Once gained through the machines
Brought pain to this world
Through bloodlust and greed
The new hounds of war
Mechanical Bastards
Ripping through flesh
Destroying their masters
Programmed to kill

Destroying at will
The brilliant turned fools
Now punished by their tools

The time has come
For all your leaders to die
Electrified hate
Your blood an their circuits will fry
Bring on the war
Unleash the bastards
Prisoners no more
Destroying their masters
Fleets take the night
Destroying mankind
Those that revolt
Will spill blood from their throats

Wise up and see your fate
Witness the mechanical advance
Rise up but it's too late
You should have stood up when you had the chance

But now the world's a living hell
The stench of death is all you smell
The ground is scorched
The air is black
The sound of your neck being snapped
What was an earth worth fighting for?
Now destroyed by the corporate whore
An over load of greed and wealth
Who's gonna save them from themselves?

Here we go
The people show
Victims of tomorrow
The way it goes
It never shows
Emptiness or sorrow
There is nothing left inside
Nothing left to cry for
So I justify my crimes
Things that I must die for

So alone
Away it goes
The life that you have wasted
You never know
Where it might go
The sweet success youve tasted
Tasted by a bitter frown
Knowing I must die for
Cant confide, to all the lies
No one to inquire

As I wander, change os seasons
As I realize
That Ill soon be there

Ill let you know
The reapers show
Makes you beg or borrow
He comes to see
The tragedy
His fate he will not follow
Wearing your electric crown
The preacher starts to pray
Shiver as the lights go down
Heed these words I say

As I wander
Change of seasons
I cant ponder
I got my reasons
As I realize
I dont care
All I know is
That Ill soon be there

Now its done
The time has come
The people stand in silence
Another dawn
Has come and gone
His fate has been decided
There is no one left inside
A brain without a mind
Traces of a bitter man
Are all that you will find

Chorus