Текст песни Dead Kennedys - M.T.V.—Get off the Air
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Fun Fun Fun in the fluffy chairFlame up the herbWoof down the beer–(click!)– HiI`m your video DJI always talk like I`m wigged out on quaaludesI wear a satin baseball jacket everywhere I go My job is to help destroyWhat`s left of your imaginationBy feeding you endless dosesOf sugar-coated mindless garbage So don`t createBe sedateBe a vegetable at homeAnd thwack on that dialIf we have our way even you will believeThis is the future of rock and roll How far will you goHow low will you stoopTo tranquilize our minds with your sugar-coated swill You`ve turned rock and roll rebellionInto Pat Boone sedationMaking 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 airGet off the air See the latest rejects from the muppet showWag their tits and their dicksAs they lip-synch on screen There`s something I don`t likeAbout a band who always smilesAnother tax write-offFor some schmuck who doesn`t care M.T.V. Get off the air And so it wasOur beloved corporate godsClaimed they created rock videoAllowing it to sink as low in one yearAs commercial TV has in 25 "It`s the new frontier," they sayIt`s wide open, anything can happenBut you`ve got a lot of nerveTo call yourself a pioneerWhen you`re too god-damn conservativeTo take real chances. Tin-earedGraph-paper brained accountantsInstead of music fansCall all the shots at giant record companies now The lowest common denominator rulesForget honestyForget creativityThe dumbest buy the mostestThat`s the name of the game But sales are slumpingAnd no one will say whyCould it be they put out one too many lousy records?!? M.T.V.—Get off the air! NOW