Bang, bang, push, push go my fingers
as I hit another station on the radio
Tune out, turn off, see ya' later,
it's the same sad story everywhere I go
The more I look the less I find
it's getting hard to ease my mind
Small talk or the classical station
"Soft Rock" for the lost generation
Country music's in a sad situation
Who says those boots and cowboy hat
can keep that kid from singin' flat
All that I want is just to hear something that's real
A little heart and some emotion I can feel
Instead of:
Cellifane plastic - glamorized high tech
pierced skin, "New Trend" children playin' them
sub-par rock stars - with out-of-tune guitars
Bang, bang, push, push go my fingers
as I flip though the stations on my radio
Not this, not that, what's the difference
it's the same ten songs I already know
Consultants make their little list
no wonder that it's come to this
Teen queens with a ten minute future
Rap acts known to the prosecuters
White kids who whine like a loser
and rant and rave, pretend they're mad
then cash those checks from dear old dad
All that I want is just to hear something that's real
A little heart and some emotion I can feel
Instead of:
Baggy pantsed boy groups - dancin' with drum loops
quantized hip jive - gets by MIDIfied
real cool gene pools - who have to use Protools
Bang, bang, push, push go my fingers
(not again...)
Tune out, turn off, see ya' later
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