Thanks for the invitation but we really couldn't care less about participating in some
Stupid contest where music is nothing more than a sales number statistic
Another capitalist market
Of material abundance

And the radio pumps out another meaningless hit
(The radio pumps out)
And the radio pumps out some more of that shit
(The radio pumps out)
To sell it to the kids, sell it to the kids

Tell me when was the last time that music moved you, when was the last time
You were swept off your feet to the rhythm of a beat?

Music was my first love
And it will be my last
You don't know the future
You just have the past
To live without my music would be impossible to you
Cause in this world of troubles music was the key

And the radio pumps out another meaningless hit
(The radio pumps out)
And the radio pumps out some more of that shit
(The radio pumps out)
To sell it to the kids, sell it to the kids

Tell me when was the last time that music moved you, when was the last time
You were swept off your feet to the rhythm of a beat?