Camera man, he drives his mini van
Shootin' tapes for MTV
Crappy bands are still in high demand

From the music industry
Take your pick
Self righteous little dicks

Cause they all sound just the same
Help me please, they're all around me


Comin' to get her, the wetter the better, they're never ever
Never ever ever gonna let her go
Leave your brain upon the doorstep

Leave your brain out in the snow

Hit me cuz the sound is going down

Hit me with sound
Cuz
We don't need no noise pollution

Corporation Prostitution
Music by the institution
We don't need hit music stations

Broadcasting abominations
Twisted corporate creations


What a star, he drives his flashy car
Livin' like a freakin' king
He can Rhyme, he drops rhymes all the time

Feels no need to learn to sing
Camera man, he's shootin' tapes again
Sick and tired of weak $$# beats

One live feed directly to your brain

Hit me cuz the sound is going down

Hit me with sound

Hit me cuz the sound is going down

Hit me with sound
Cuz
We don't need no noise pollution

Corporation Prostitution
Music by the institution
We don't need hit music stations

Broadcasting abominations
Twisted corporate creations