| Lyrics: | words: Biafra, music: Biafra & Ray
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 |
